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4 weeks - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, needy Bakugou, 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!f!reader, oral, use of viagra, NOT SPELL CHECKED (sorry >w<)

Summary: Bakugou done fucked up and now he has to pay the price..sorta

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just for the sake of the story, your quirk is “Command.” As long as you come into physical contact with your opponent, even for a second, you can command them to do your bidding until you say “rebel.”

“WHAAAATTTTT??????!!!!!!”

You could’ve sworn the whole house, scratch that, the whole world shook as Bakugou screamed at you.

Bakugou had fucked up. During a little heated session, things got a little too rough. As Bakugou was railing you from the back, he tugged at your hair. However, along with your soft locks, he pulled on your thin necklace chain that was gifted to you by your precious 5 year old son. The chain broke and Bakugou didn’t even tell you. He opted to have you both finish before he even mentioned the broken gift.

And now it was the next day and Katsuo, your son, had noticed the missing necklace. It did hurt him a bit especially considering he did so much to earn money and go with grandma to buy the necklace but he assured you it was okay. You sent him off to his room to play as you walked to the kitchen to scold and punish your husband. As you complained to him, he conversed with you as his back was facing you and only turned when he heard your punishment for him.

“You heard me. 4 weeks. No sex, no touching, no hugs or kisses, no nothing. No. Physical. Contact.” You said with a stern and nonchalant face. Your arms were crossed as you faced your husband who looked at you with an open mouth and open palms.

“Wha- but- WHY???” He whined.

“Katsuki come on! You broke my very expensive necklace!” You said, gesturing to your now bare neck.

“Who cares if it was expensive, I could buy you another one! We’re pros Y/N, we could buy a unicorn if we wanted!” Bakugou argued as he was still trying to get out of his punishment. You only crossed your arms and pressed your fingers into your forehead.

“That’s not the point! It’s the fact that even though it was so expensive, our 5 year old son still bought it! And so because you broke it, this is your punishment.” You explained. Bakugou groaned as he threw his head back and huffed towards the ceiling when an idea came to his mind.

“You know..” he began as he walked towards you, “I broke that necklace, on accident, because I was so focused on pleasuring my queen. Anndddd I could make it up to you in the exact same way~” He attempted to wrap his arms around your waist but you spun around and stepped behind him resulting in him stumbling forward. He turned towards you and growled.

“Really Katsuki? You’re gonna snarl at me? Look, you know the rules, so follow them. Now I’m going with Katsuo to get him a new toy to cheer him up, you just...heh, sit in your room and think about what you’ve done.” You teased. You grabbed your purse and had Katsuo get ready. Once he was done you told him to get into the car and you walked to Katsuki to say bye. You smirked as you looked at him and pressed your hands against his chest. You slowly went in for a kiss and Bakugou looked at you in shock before he smirked and leaned in too. But just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and walked to the door. As you opened it you turned to him and spoke.

“No kisses. Remember?” You grinned at him. He snarled and picked up a pillow off the couch and threw it towards you but you shut the door before it could reach you. This was gonna be a long 4 weeks for Katsuki.

—

Katsuki awoken to his gorgeous wife....sleeping on the other side of the bed far..far away from him. No touching meant no sleepy time cuddles either. It had already been like this for a week. He looked a little closer at her sleeping figure and smiled at her peaceful state. He scooted closer and he tucked his head into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist. Or more like he tried to. The second his arm made contact with your body for cuddles, you woke up and smacked his hand away.

“Ah! Y/N!! This isn’t fair!” He whined. He looked at his arm and saw a little red shade forming as he pouted at you. You turned towards your doting husband and just gave him a stern look.

“Who broke my necklace?” Bakugou sighed and flopped onto the bed on his back as he faced the ceiling.

“Me.”

“And now who has to pay the price?”

“Me.” He pouted again. You chuckled as you got up and stretched.

“Stop pouting Suki. You’re not Katsuo.” You giggled but he only looked at you with the same pout.

“He’s my carbon copy, we’re basically the same person.” You smiled at your humorous husband and he smiled seeing the grin that bestowed your face. You kneeled on the bed and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his chest as you got close to his face.

“You’ll survive, Love.” You said and then gave him a loving kiss. His eyes went wide at the surprise contact but he quickly smiled into the kiss and returned it as he shut his eyes to enjoy it. You intensified the kiss but when Katsuki went to pull you in closer by your neck, you quickly backed away. He looked at you in shock before whining again.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you said no touching.” He growled as he clenched his fist.

“I said you couldn’t touch. Never said anything about me,” you said with a cocky grin. Bakugou’s face went red at your devious actions.

“Okay well what the fuck? You can’t just kiss me like that and stop after I already went a whole week without touching you. Come back here,” he said as he tried to grab onto your wrist but you backed up and walked to your bedroom door.

“Get ready for the day love, this is just the beginning.”

—

Mitsuki and Masaru had just arrived. Katsuki was sitting on the couch trying to distract himself with the TV while you were in the kitchen making a smoothie when door bell rang. You opened the door greeting your in-laws with love and expectance.

“Hi Mom! Dad! Come in! Katsuo is almost done packing his bags,” you happily said as you stepped to the side to allow your mother and father in law to enter.

“Umm, what? Why is my son packing his bags?” Katsuki asked as he stood from the couch.

“Y/N didn’t tell you? We called a few nights ago asking to bring Katsuo on a trip. She said yes and told us she’d tell you about it later,” Masaru explained. Katsuki jerked his head towards Y/N in disbelief as she placed her hand on the side of cheek and spoke.

“Oops! I guess I forgot,” you said with sarcasm dripping in your voice. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you but when they turned to face their son again your mischievous grin returned as you also faced Katsuki. He was silently fuming as he watched you go from angel to devil in a second.

“Ah well, who cares. Point is, we’re here to pick up my grandson!” Mitsuki said as she took a seat on the couch. You all made small talk but Katsuki continued to stand as he processed just how conniving his wife was.

“Mama! I’m all set!” Katsuo said as he came down the stairs with his little suitcase and teddy bear in hand.

“Hi baby! Grandma and Grandpa are already here,” you said and Katsuo excitedly ran to his grandparents.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Katsuo said as he jumped into their arms.

“Ohh, hello my little firecracker!” Mitsuki said, greeting her grandson. “Ready for a vacation in Rio?”

“Mhm!” Katsuo quickly replied but Katsuki just stuttered in shock before he spoke again.

“Woah- wait? Rio? You’re taking him to Brazil? That’s across the globe, how long are you guys gonna be gone?” Katsuki asked with concern. Not for his son, he completely trusted his parents with his child and he knew they would have fun. He was worried for himself. Taking care of Katsuo was a distraction for Katsuki. Watching his son kept his mind off of wrecking Y/N. If his son was away for too long, he didn’t know how long he would survive his punishment.

“We’ll be gone for about 3 weeks. Don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.” Masaru said.

“Wha- huh? 3 WEEKS?! .....Y/N you little satan,” he whispered the last part. He turned to face you and saw a Cheshire grin on your face. His face turned red and you swore you could see steam leave Katsuki’s ears but you continued as if everything was normal.

“Alright well, we’ll be going now!” Mitsuki said as she stood alongside her husband. Katsuo said his partings with his parents and they said their “I love you’s” before their son walked out the door with his grandparents. Katsuo was about to have the time of his life while Katsuki was left to suffer.

Y/N was seated on the couch as Katsuki was still seething. She held a grin on her face as Katsuki slowly turned to look at her.

“You got some explaining to do, princess,” he said adding poison to the loving nickname. You only smiled some more as you stood and walked to your husband. He towered over you but right now, you were above him because you held all the power now. You got in his face as you spoke words that would set him off.

“Whatchu’ gonna do now without your little distraction running around, daddy?” You softly but sinisterly and seductively said as you chuckled and purposely bumped into his shoulder as you walked away.

—

Bakugou has slowly been losing his mind. He was on the last day of the second week and it’s been killing him. When he sat down he would spazz a little and his fingers would be having a little seizure. His eye would twitch at night as he kept his back to you to restrain himself. The soft quiet moans you would release in your sleep every now and then would send Bakugou into the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Just the sight of you was daring Bakugou to pounce.

You weren’t making it any easier for him either. First you send his son AKA his distraction from his hot wife away, then you tease him constantly, you also allow yourself to touch him but refuse to let him cop a feel on you, and now, you walk around after work in his t-shirt and a pair of cute panties. Your plump ass on display and the sight of your plush thighs drove him wild.

You were sipping tea in the kitchen when your frantic husband came in. You took notice of him and greeted him with a smile before it quickly dropped at the sight of him. He looked awful. Bags under his eyes, a twitching eye, a crooked line for a smile, disheveled hair, and his posture was horrendous. He took a seat next to you saying nothing as he just tapped his foot against the floor.

“Umm...baby? Are you okay-“

“NO! I’m not! I’m not okay, not at all!” He snapped as he looked at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him with the same eyes as you slowly took another sip before continuing.

“What’s the problem, love?” You asked as if you didn’t know.

“What’s the problem?” He began with a whisper. “What’s the problem?! Oh, like you don’t know you TEASE!” Bakugou stood from his seat as he clapped his hands to dramatically to explain.

“HOR-NY!” He said as he brought his hands together for each sound. “I am insanely horny, you shitty woman! I can’t get myself off, I don’t have my son around to keep me busy, work is just annoying now, and my fine ass wife won’t let me touch her!”

You laughed a little as he explained and Katsuki had his jaw dropped at your rude behavior.

“You’re laughing? Oh you think this is funny? Oh okay,” he said and walked away.

“WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER, YOU’RE SUCKING MY DICK Y/N!” He slammed the door to your shared bedroom but he screamed loud enough for you to hear all the way from the kitchen. “ON SOFT!”

—

The end of the third week. It was almost too much for Katsuki. Katsuo would be back in another week but it would be pointless because the punishment would be over by then. I mean yeah, he’d get to have his son back again (yayy familyyy) but when Katsuo would be back, Katsuki would be completely indulging himself in Y/N. How the fuck were they supposed to keep quiet?

Whatever though. Katsuki had no time to think of the future. He was living in the now, and so he had to come up with a plan to get Y/N to break. In the beginning of the 4th week, Katsuki spent time and time again tweaking his plans and coming up with new tactics until he realized....his damn wife was just as stubborn and hard headed as he was. Nothing was gonna break her. And so we’ve been led to this.

“BABBYYYYYYYYYY”

“...”

“PRINCESSSSSSSS”

“...”

“Y/N BAKUGOU!”

Bakugou resorted to being a puppy that basically had separation anxiety. He would yell and shout and whine at every chance he had. He would do whatever if it meant getting you to break. He missed you. The last time you made physical contact with him was during that kiss and man did it send Katsuki into a frenzy.

Considering Katsuki’s quirk contained nitroglycerin, a chemical commonly found in viagra, it was safe to say it was very easy for you to rile him up. And as he thought about that, it hit him like a train. If he can’t go to you, then he’ll make you come to him. He’ll set you up and he knows exactly how to do it.

Bakugou left the bedroom and ran down the stairs to find you in the living room. You were cozied up with yourself under a blanket that covered your booty shorts that you wore. You were entranced by the story of a book as you allowed the TV to play at a low volume for background noise and Bakugou’s heart swelled at such a domesticated moment. “Hi baby.”

You looked up to your husband and rolled your eyes with a smile as you looked at him. You wondered what trick he had up his sleeve this time around. “Hey. You need something?” You asked.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head with a soft smile, how cute. “Just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Get some snacks, sit in bed, and just enjoy some time together.”

You smile grew wider at the thought of a little date night in your shared bedroom and you were quick to agree to his offer. “I’ll get the snacks,”

“No don’t worry about. I’ll get it. I already have everything set up. Picked a movie and everything. All you have to do is just be there with me.” You awed at your husband’s kind gestures as you went up to peck his cheek.

“Thanks Suki!” You happily said as you walked away. Bakugou watched your form disappear into the master bedroom before he quickly ran through all the cabinets and fridge. He frantically looked for viagra but when he couldn’t find any he whipped out his phone. He called a number that he knew was going to be able to help him.

“Listen Dunce Face. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say if you want to fucking live. I know you have female viagra on you and if you don’t, get your ass to the store right now and pick some up for me. Bring it to me ASAP!” He quickly said and hung up before giving Kaminari any time to reply. Bakugou slowly prepared snacks to eat and in 5 minutes a knock was heard on the door. He ran to it and opened the wooden piece to find a huffing electric blonde.

“I....I....I got it!” Kaminari tiredly breathed out as he held a bag over his head to show the items he brought. Bakugou snatched it out of his hand before giving a quick ‘thanks!’ To show his appreciation and slammed the door.

Katsuki took the pills out of its containers and crushed 2 into a powder. He mixed it in with your bottle of water and finally brought the snacks and drinks up to you. He walked in to find you waiting on the bed for him and you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the bags of junk on the bed as he quickly joined you until he realized something was off.

“Umm...Y/N?” You smiled as you knew what he was going to ask and considering you guys were gonna have a little movie date, you gave in.

“Fine.” You happily said as you gave in and Bakugou was quick to pull you into his arms and become the big spoon. He finally got to hold you after so many weeks but this was not his main goal. No he wanted much more. This was only a stepping stone to his victory.

The movie began and Bakugou had you cuddled in his arms. You were enjoying the warmth of your husband as your eyes were drawn to the screen and you couldn’t help but smile at these sweet intimate moments like this. Yeah. You’ve missed him over the past few weeks but a punishment is a punishment. So you decided to savor this time with him before going back to cutting off physical contact once more.

Time had passed and Bakugou watched as you picked at the snacks and swallow down sips of the contaminated water. He smirked every time you downed a gulp and now the best part was coming up. See, Bakugou chose everything so that he knew exactly how everything would turn out. With that being said, he chose a movie that he knew would help the viagra in your system to get you going.

The erotic scene played and Bakugou watched as you rubbed your thighs together for friction. You bit your lip from time to time to hold back a needy groan and you began feeling heat all over you. And it wasn’t coming from Katsuki. Seeing you in this state, Bakugou slowly went to place a hand on your bare thigh. You didn’t push him away and Bakugou grinned at the fact that you were breaking. He soothed and rubbed at your thigh as he would squeeze it every now and then as well. The whole time you were asking yourself why the explicit scene was so detailed and so long.

Out of nowhere, you felt Bakugou’s hand travel up your leg and to your core but just for a second. The teasing touch had you silently gasp and you craved for more. You turned to Bakugou to see he was leaning against the headboard and he would release a grunt every so often which didn’t help relieve your growing heat. He didn’t seem bothered by anything or affected at all as he watched the movie continue.

Enough was enough, you picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Bakugou turned to look at you with a raised brow but openly smirked once he saw you straddle his lap. You shamelessly began to grind yourself against his core as you both released sighs and moans at the friction. His hands went straight to your hips as he spoke.

“What’s wrong princess? What happened to my punishment?” He teasingly asked.

“Shut up,” was all that you said before you quickly dove in for a hungry kiss that Bakugou happily returned. It was all teeth and tongue as you both pressed against each other, grinding against one another’s clothed centers. Moans were released into the kiss as you began to undress yourself. You both pulled away for a second to remove your tops but quickly went back in for the kiss. You removed your shorts as Bakugou remained in his sweats. You were left in nothing but panties before Katsuki decided to rip those off.

“Katsuki...nobody said anything about you being able to touch me again,” you clarified with sharp eyes. Bakugou’s eyes went wide. He thought this was the end of the punishment. He thought you gave in.

“What do you-“

Before he could finish, you placed your hand on his shoulder and activated your quirk.

“Sleep.”

And just like that, Bakugou was out like a light. While he was unconscious, you took the opportunity to tie his wrists to the headboard using one of his dress ties. You removed his sweats and briefs as you allowed his member to stand tall. You stared at the red, angry tip that was drenched in pre-cum. You smirked as you sat yourself on his waist as your hand went to stroke his member the slightest bit. He moaned in his sleep and you giggled as you spoke again.

“Rebel.”

Bakugou slowly woke up, but once he fully came to, he was completely submerged in pleasure. His eyes were blessed with the view of your naked body, with a beautiful face that adorned a smirk. And he understood why you held the malicious smile. He groaned as he felt your pace at his dick speed up. You leaned down to his ear as Katsuki held heavy breaths with a flushed and red face.

“No touching, remember Suki?” You whispered as you then licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Y/N please. Please just do something...Ahh~” You trailed your thumb up to his tip as you focused on it. The feeling sent Bakugou into heaven.

“Awww, you thought you could tell me what to do? If you didn’t notice, tonight, I’m in charge.” You said with a grin and devious eyes. Bakugou groaned even more as he waited for you to do..anything! “I’ll tell you what though, Suki. You have been pretty decent for the past few weeks so I’ll give you a little something. And maybe if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you have the main course.”

Bakugou watched as you stopped your hand movements and scooted back. You were face to face with his dick as you jerked him off some more. You held his member in your hand as you made eye contact with him. You licked the base of his cock all the way to the tip causing Bakugou to sigh and moan. You kissed the tip before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around.

“Oh s-shit! Baby! Fuck-“

You went down on him one time and moaned around his cock, allowing the vibrations to have full affect on your trembling husband. You pulled off him with a pop as you smiled up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry. You wanted me to suck your dick on soft, right?...Mm, well it’s not my fault you can’t control your hard on.” You teased to which Bakugou growled at you. “Again with the snarling? That’s not what good boys do Suki. Good boys do what they’re told so they get to cum inside a pretty pussy~”

Bakugou perked up at the temptation. Cumming inside you. Breeding you. Pumping you full until you give him another brat. The thought of you walking around beautifully swollen with his kid drove him mad and desperate.

“Let me cum inside you Princess.” He asked with a soft but stern tone.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not the one giving orders tonight, Katsuki. So listen up. I’ll go down on you for about 5 minutes. If you don’t come in those 5 minutes, I’ll let you cum inside. However, if you do, I’ll be leaving you here with a cock ring for the next few hours while I go and pleasure myself somewhere else. Understand?” You watched as he attempted to fight against his restraints.

“No.” He refused to give in. He turned his head down, avoiding your gaze and you sighed in return.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself,” you said and slid off him. You were about to walk away before Bakugou called out for you.

“No wait!” You turned to him and gave a little curl with your lip. “Tch....please.” He said while blushing and staring off.

“Please what suki?” You said, acting dumb. Bakugou really didn’t wanna beg but he’s so close to getting what he’s been craving all month. Screw his damn pride. He was gonna get laid and he was gonna get it tonight!

“Please! ....Fuck me, touch me, suck my dick, let me cum inside you, do something to me! Please Y/N,” he begged. His member still stood erect and you smiled as you walked towards him.

“That’s my good boy,” you said as you caressed his jaw and gave him a quick and passionate kiss before moving down to suck him off. You kissed his tip multiple times before taking him in. He gasped and sighed at the contact and feeling of your warm cavern but he’ll be damned if he came undone in less than 5 minutes. He needed to cum inside your sweet little cunt and he was gonna do whatever it took to do so.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace causing Bakugou to plead for more. You swallowed his pre-cum, which left him gasping. Your hand went to fondle his balls as he fought against his restraints. He wanted to use his hands to take control but he couldn’t, not with them being tied up.

“P-please baby. Faster! Please!” He begged. And who were you to deny your good boy. You sped up your movements and moaned with his cock seated in your throat. “Ohh god! Yess!”

His legs shook as he was close to cumming. He looked at the time and saw he only had 1 minute left. Just 1 minute. Hold it in and he gets to cum inside you. However, he didn’t know you had a little trick up your sleeve.

When you walked away before, you grabbed a mini vibrator. Seeing he only had 1 minute left, you turned it on and placed it at the base of his cock while you sucked him off and moaned some more.

“F-fuck baby! S’too much! Stop- stop! ...ohh fuck I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed with his head thrown back. He jerked his hips up as he attempted to fuck your mouth but you squeezed and scratched at his bare thighs to get him to stop. And finally, with your permission..

“You can cum now, good boy,”

He filled your mouth as he screamed in pleasure. His legs shook in pure ecstasy as he filled your mouth with his sweet-salty release. You pulled off him with a stuffed mouth and watched as his chest puffed up and fell down. He sighed before he looked at you with rosy cheeks. You smirked at him, opening your mouth to show him his work before swallowing it all. The erotic scene caused him to bite his lips and throw his head back as he puffed some more.

He can’t believe he was at his limit and all because of a blowjob. His dick grew soft but rose once more as vibrations came in contact with his shaft again. He flinched at the sudden feeling and looked at the cause of it and saw you holding the vibrator against him. “Baby? W-what? W-hy?”

“Aww Suki. Don’t you remember? It’s time to give you what you’ve wanted all month,” you smirked at him. His eyes went wide. How could he forget? He wanted to cum inside you so badly, but he didn’t know if he had any left. He didn’t know if he would be able to take it after his extreme climax.

“W-wait! Wait Y/N. I-..I need a break for a second. I can’t-“

“Excuse me?” You cut him off. “So you’re the only one that gets pleasure out of all this? I don’t think so.”

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just- it’s just...s’too much!” He cried out as he watched you hover over his erection. You lined his dick up with your entrance and smirked some more.

“You can handle it. I know you can. You’ll be my good boy and pleasure me too, right?” You sweetly said. Bakugou didn’t know what it was. He was never the submissive one but you calling him a ‘good boy’ did something to him. It made him want to completely submit to you and do whatever you pleased. You slammed down completely on his cock as you both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Bakugou screamed. You began a fast pace bouncing up and down on him. Your hands found placement on his bare chest as he threw his head back and made an abundant amount of noise. “Oh baby! Baby- slow down! F-fuck too much!”

“Mm..c’mon Suki..I thought you wanted this. Fuck- I thought you wanted..to be my good boy,” you teased while moaning. You held a devious grin as you rode him and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Poor baby was so overstimulated.

Bakugou released sobs of pleasure but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. “S-shit! Oh my godd Katsuki! S-So big!”

“Ahh! Fuck! Y-Y/N..baby please! Let me touch you! Please!” Bakugou seethed out. He had his feet planted on the bed as he attempted to thrust up into you. You, growing a soft spot for the man below you, gave in.

“Heh...be a good boy and please me Suki.” You released his wrists from their ties as you never stopped your motions and his hands were quick to find home around your waist.

Bakugou was quick to take control and bounce you up and down on his shaft, controlling the pace. Now it was your turn to scream and cry in pleasure as Bakugou slammed you down on his cock while ramming up into you at the same time. He was going to be a good boy and please you.

“F-fucking shit! You like that? Huh?” He gave your ass a quick and hard smack before continuing. “You like the way my dick feels inside your sweet pussy?”

The pleasure was too much for you. You could barely form words as he catered to your body. His thrusts were beginning to bring you to your end as you felt the familiar tight feeling grow stronger in your stomach. You pussy clenched around his shaft as he released a gruff moan at the squeeze.

“Shit..you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my dick? ...fuck yess~ let me fill you up princess,” he said as his thrust grew sloppy. He was close to his end as well and you nodded in approval to his desire.

“Ka-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum..fuck baby I’m cumming!” Bakugou sped up the slightest bit to help you reach your climax until you finally came. You both released cried of euphoria as you both met your orgasms and met each other for a hungry kiss. At the same time, Bakugou stopped his thrusts as he shot his load in you, and a mix of your releases seeped out of your cunt. Your kiss was sloppy as your tongues fought for dominance. Bakugou let his hands travel to your ass where they helped you grind on his dick a little more and smacked it once again.

You both had moaned into the kiss until oxygen became necessary. You separated from each other with small pecks before finally stopping. Bakugou remained inside you as you settled into his chest. He had his arms wrap around you as you both spent time catching your breaths. Once you both finally settled, you bathed in the comforting feeling of the after sex glow and cuddled in a comforting silence. Bakugou had kissed the crown of your head before he spoke up and broke the quiet.

“So much for a punishment,” he teased. You looked at him with slanted eyes as a way of telling your husband to shut up but he only chuckled at you. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to meet his once more for a loving kiss before separating to tell you sweet words.

“I love you, princess.” He said with his husky voice.

“I love you too, Suki.” You sent your hand to intertwine with his and he gladly accepted. He was right though. So much for a punishment. Oh well, you’ll get him next time he fucks up.

A/N: EW THE ENDING WAS SO BAD!!!! WTFFFFF! Whatever. I hope you enjoyed it bear Cubs! I’m sorry I’ve been in my lil slump but I feel myself getting better and I’ll be back soon!💗🧸 And now...to start on the ninth chapter of my series. Yayyyyy😓

A/N: I think my favorite part is when Katsuki yells “Suck my dick!...on soft!” Cuz I be walking around and saying that to mfs who test me. If you disrespect me, SUCK MY DICK..ON SOFT! 🤣 am I a female? YES! But you will suck my soft non-existent dick if you decide to act like a prick for no apparent reason. Thank you!😂

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watch-grok-brainrot · 3 years

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CQL Characters as Teas I’ve Had

This started because @needtherapy knows I'm a tea nerd and wanted an idea for what tea would lwj tell wwx he is... So pick a tea that suits the characters well she basically told me... and this spiral out of control... oops. sorry not that sorry. this is another tea post no one asked for... except maybe needtherapy. but she didn’t ask for THIS MUCH of it.

Wwx: onyx -- this is a tea i got at a tea festival last year from a guy based in chicago. it’s made from a white tea cultivar but made into a black tea. it’s really yummy and pretty deep. unorthodox for sure but still rooted in tradition and well crafted.

Lwj: aged fuding silver needle white tea -- if wwx is a onyx, then lwj is the traditional tea made of the same stuff. delicious. traditional. respected.

Jc: a young sheng puer -- needs to mature a little. Astringent. Need time make the edges soften some. the astringency sometimes make me think of zidian.

Jyl: lotus scented fuzhan - mellow, smooth, round bodied and fragrant. Same feel as jyl's steadiness and kindness (fuzhuan is a heicha, same category as puer) it’s a scented tea so sometimes tea snobs will look down at it. but it’s REALLY good so their loss (i’m looking at you ep 3-27 jzxuan)

Lxc: aged white tea cake, over 25 years old. it’s respected and almost legendary but not necessarily pretentious.

Nhs: ducksh*t oolong - amazing tea. Ridiculous name. The farmer probably named the motherbush to deter buyers. kinda like nhs’ YiWenSanBuZhi title.

Nmj: muzha tieguanyin - strong flavor, took a little time to grow on me, classic though (not to be confused with anxi tgy, btw. very different teas. same cultivar though, iirc)

Jgy: hunan bloolong - this is a tea made from a cultivar usually used to make oolongs that was processed as a black. A named coined by harney and sons in nyc. While the tea might be decent and the concept good, it's inevitably tainted by the inexplicably awful naming. Just like jgy is tainted by his evil deeds even if he had lots of potential.

Jzxuan: jinjunmei - modern and well received. Quality but also very pricey. sometimes i wonder if it’s worth the price...

Lqy/mianmian: farmer’s choice baozhong -- i get mine from a shop in seattle. it’s a light oolong that’s floral and refreshing. i love this tea. i love mianmian. it’s not a particularly rare and definitely not pretentious. but it’s good and definitely one i love to drink.

Wq: there is a tea that i get from a vendor in chicago called “Black Dancong Champion” that’s made from a Mi Lan Xiang (Honey Orchid Fragrance) cultivar and allowed to fully oxidize. it’s a delicious tea that’s won best tea award at a competition before. wq is the best doctor of qi shan and definitely not 100% traditional so i think this suits her. also the cultivar has such a pretty name which also suits her.

Wn: so... this is a weird tea story but i have a tea that my dad’s high school buddy picked in yunnan. the best leaves were made into something i can’t afford. he had some cast-off leaves that he asked the tea master to process anyway. and then when we were in chongqing in 2017, he gave me about 300g of it. it’s PHENOMENAL tea but he kinda waved his hand at it saying it was second rate stuff anyway. that’s kinda what wen ning is. he’s amazing as a character -- loyal, interesting, sweet. but the cultivation world as a whole doesn’t appreciate him. it doesn’t make him any less good though!

Lsz: modern chinese lapsang suchong. The name suggests strong smoke (aka the Wens) but it's actually really soft and fruity.

Ljy: high grade jasmine green made from tender buds from an early spring harvest with jasmine flowers added and sifted out at least seven times. i love this tea even if it’s “flavored”. i like its personality!

Jl: pre-qingming dragonwell - soft green tea. maybe described as nutty in flavor? you don’t get too many brews from it. first flush (hence the early spring picking) and tender. i think in a lot of ways this tea shows how young the leaves are -- just like jl shows how young he is in many parts of the story.

Oyzz: lychee tea blended with rose buds and honeysuckle buds. He's simple but delightful. (idk if this is a blend people can buy? i take cheap grocery store lychee and blend in rose buds and honeysuckle buds i buy when i’m in china... i really like a good rose and lychee combo but it’s a bit too sharp when blended and the honeysuckle does a good job of mellowing it out... this is also the ONLY tea i blend myself.. it’s just a thing for me. idk why)

Sl: aged glutinous rice scented puer - i like the texture of the tea and i also like how it ages well.

Xxc: jinxuan/milk oolong -- a cultivar that makes a really nice round tea. it’s slightly creamy in mouth feel and scent. there are milk oolongs have have milk flavor added. THIS IS NOT THAT. This is WAY BETTER.

Xy: unaged ripe puer - some people like it i guess? idk why. seems like a bad idea.

A-qing: london fog (Earl grey latte with vanilla and sugar) -- soft and yummy but don't screw it up or it may not be good. also not actually pretentious tea.

And for the antagonists:

Wzl: twinnings or bigelow earl grey. passible. doing the minimal work to get purchased. i don’t hate it but i also don’t love it. acceptable go to in hotels and restaurants when i forgot to/can’t bring my own tea.

SuSh*t: lipton. He's not good tea. Passable cold brewed I guess.

Jxzun: instant tea mix. >.> probably flavored. i’m not sure if i would even consider it tea... (i’m thinking a beverage like crystal light peach tea. i mean, i used to drink it and i’m not gonna judge people for drinking it but it’s not really a thing i would choose to consume anymore... but i’m a tea snob now...)

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gonnahypatia · 3 years

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Top 5 (ish) of 2020 ✨✨

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Yes, I know we're entering goddamn April but I'm slow okay

Hey, guys, it's Hyp!! Thanks @lacrow for tagging me and sorry for taking so long to do this, but time is an illusion and it really doesn't feel like 2020 is over even four months in, so let's jump in for some fic appreciation!!

5 - state-sponsored pajama party

I'm not doing it in any special order, so I'm just adding it as I feel needed and I really wanted to start with this little thing!! SSPP was written and posted on the first days of our Discord server so it really brings back memories that go beyond the brainstorming for the writing. Those who are closer to me in the community know that I'm a history nerd, so it's not a surprise that I would write something with real dark aspects of the cold war in which SXF is presented. But I still made it fluffy because fluff is the way to mend all the angst~~

4 - so cold it feels hot

Dear gosh, this fic is an experience lmao'' Crow's secret santa gift was A Ride to make, not only for the pressure of doing something for the ultimate fandom Dad but also because I put all the fluffiness on my bag to this gift. The first part is especially dumb but lowkey steamy and I loved writing it, so it really deserved to feature on the list!

3 - unseen tenderness

Now it's time for my forgotten WIPs oops

For an AU with only one chapter posted, one would assume I don't like it that much, but that's a complete lie. I love the concept of medium Anya and I really, really want to go back to writing more of it. It's just that life and plot bunnies keep getting in the way and I end up neglecting existing works, which is a real shame, really. But fear not, because yhese ideas aren't abandoned!... I'm just busy ;w;

2 - wrong turns (may lead us back home)

This is kinda old but I feel like people still hate me for it lol' So yeah, my take on the Bad End AU. Most of the writers around have their own idea of how it would look like and I take pride in mine to say that, at least, no one dies here. Yep, I know it's not the biggest flex, but whatever. Looking back now, I think there were things that I could have done better to make it closer to what we would see in the manga, but I still really enjoy it. Working with character developments and how certain events mold their personality is one of my favorite things while writing and I love how it was aplied to teenage Anya here. It's just too bad I had to separate Twiliyor for it ;-;;;

(I have plans for a follow-up, but again, me busy and lazy)

1 - forged papers and other discrepancies

The last and my all-time fave is one more for the neglected AU list, which I feel deeply guilty because the Papers Please AU is my soul. I love working with both canons to write this, while also expanding the created universe with fanon countries (Lacrowia citzens, where are you at?!). It is a gloomier and more serious work than the usual fluffy angst, but it's one of my attempts to show the potential of world-building in a manga like SXF. The politics, the history, the characters; they all deserve so much more depth than we as a small fandom can do (though we are smol but prolific af). With bigger fandoms come bigger problems, but I think it's the price to pay so this universe can get proper attention ❤️

That was all for the highlights of 2020!! The past year was really amazing in terms of fandom content and I'm grateful for having known so many great artists, who are still doing their best in 2021 (Fluffbruary was awesome and AUpril totally is going to be a bang as well, be prepared!!). I'm not tagging anyone this time because I really feel like an annoying bug to make them reflect on last year's works when we're in motherfreaking April from all the months, but!! If anyone who sees this want to shout out about their prides in 2020, feel free to tag me and I'll spread the word myself, because y'all deserve the love.

See you next time!~~

#Spy x family #Sxf #Watch answering stuff with three years of delay

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neomikey · 3 years

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For June 2021's #ryukoprompt! Time to go swimming!

I don't have a favorite “summer memory,” exactly. However, I do remember growing up that summers were always a proper season book-ended by the end and start of the school years. The weather grew warmer, I was relieved for three months of the obligation of going to school, and that time was spent hanging out with friends any day of the week, playing video games, and sometimes my parents would take us all somewhere for vacation.

Some place that was a staple of the summer, though, was the Hobart Community Pool, though we all just said “the Hobart Pool.” As of this writing, it's 59 years old and is still in operation today, though they've added more from when I was a child. Growing up through the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s, it was a basic pool – technically two – and we all loved it.

It was a meeting place, where you and everyone you knew were likely to bump into each other at some point in the summer. All manner of people grouped there, from the young to the old. We would spend hours there at the pool and the time always went by quicker than expected.

You passed through a wooden gate house, where you would show your membership or pay them. The main area where the staff was had two large windows – one facing out to incoming customers and one facing in towards the main pools. They had music playing there, pool supplies on the wall, and were generally easygoing. All the staff were that I encountered. You then passed through a gendered show area, where you could clean up and change, and then you were put out in front of the kiddie pool.

Almost no adults ever hung out in there. The shallowest end of the pool was two feet deep, where the absolute beginners – regardless of age – could literally get their feet wet. The pool deepened as you went further in, until you stood at one end where it just reached three feet. There was no paint on that end to mark how deep it was, but I remembered as a kid being absolutely sure it was three feet, since the water went up to me the same amount when I was in the other pool. I felt like a genius.

The other pool was the main pool, which is in the shape of a large L. The main rectangle went from three feet gradually down to five feet. Of course, this also meant that as you went deeper, the people swimming generally were older as well. This pool was mainly where I and everyone else did our swimming. In the middle was a huge water slide, and at the end deep in the five-foot section was a basketball hoop. I remember my dad frequently playing over there.

The smaller rectangle of the L was the deep end – 12 feet – and was separated by a rope which no one was allowed to cross. This was where the diving boards were. Normally, the deep end was only for people using the diving boards, but oftentimes they would allow open swimming as well. I remember being older and being able to get to the bottom, where I would stand and walk, simply because I could. There were three diving boards. Two of them were on the outside and were short, and the high-dive was in the middle. I think it was two stories tall at the top.

Every hour they would blow a whistle, announcing that “adult swim” had started, meaning that the kids needed to get out, rest, and let the “old people” enjoy the whole pool to themselves. I still remember the whistle blows they would do. If I recall correctly, there would be three bursts, which were echoed by all the other lifeguards who heard it. When it was time to go back in, they would do one long blow that would shift its intensity, mimicking how we would say “alley-oop!” when hoisting something heavy.

Adult swim was also when people would take the time to visit their cafe...though I use the word lightly. It was there to sell cheap food like candy, hotdogs, and soft drinks. It was also the place where I was introduced to banana Laffy Taffy, and to this day, I still love the stuff. Park benches were set up in a lightly protected area, and I remember occasionally seeing curious wasps in that area.

The pool used to have a line of trees protecting it. They were tall evergreen trees planted side by side, and did fantastic work blocking out the wind when it came from that direction. However, eventually Hobart's hospital was built and they built a road right through what used to be a prairie to give it better access. Part of the road's installation involved taking down those trees. I didn't think they “needed” to, I thought there was plenty of room, but I'm sure there was some proper reason. My friend Tim joked this was going to cause a lot of accidents. He said guys were gonna be driving, see a hot lady in a bikini, and get distracted.

I have many memories from there. Most good, some bad. I loved being underwater and would frequently be under there. My eyes would eventually hurt from the chlorine, but that was the price I willingly paid. I would sometimes be underwater and swim through crowds of people. I'm told I surprised a few of them, as they weren't expecting to suddenly see a child going past their feet.

My friends and I would frequently play there. There would be light roughhousing, but it was mostly just swimming, playing, and laughing. We would talk about or mimic stuff we had seen in video games. I remember squirting a line of water out through my teeth and calling it a laser. When we were allowed to swim in the deep end, I jumped off the side and brought my limbs close to my body, mimicking Iron Man in the Captain America and the Avengers arcade game. This always got me pretty deep pretty quickly. Other times we would try out stuff, such as someone lying on the bottom, then someone else standing on their back to keep them there. When the person on the bottom had to come up for breath, he would stand and topple the person on top over. I remember back skin feeling really weird on my feet.

There was a way to swim during adult swim if you were a kid, and that was to pass the “Dolphin” exam. You had to get from one end of the main pool, down the length, and to the other side. You had to do it while swimming properly – freestyle – and had to go straight. It was difficult for me to pass and I remember once skewing to the side and hitting the side of the pool near the water slide. I failed that one. I know I did pass it at least once and wore the Dolphin badge on my swim trunks with pride that summer.

There was one incident where I thought I was older, mature, and brave enough to tackle the high dive. I stood in line, ascended, and then once at the top, looked over the edge. It was so, so far down and I couldn't bring myself to jump. I remember some people calling up to me, telling me I wasn't allowed to climb down and I had to jump. I appreciate them trying to motivate me to get over my fears, but it only made me more scared. Eventually, I climbed down and broke into tears. My dad was there to comfort me as I came down and I told him I would never swim again. That turned out to be wrong.

When I was old enough to drive, I started going to the Hobart Pool on my own. My whole life up to that point I had always gone there with someone and getting to be there on my own felt like another step into adulthood. It was a nice feeling that if it was hot out and my parents were busy, I could hop in my vehicle and just go.

As time went on, my time wasn't as structured. I was no longer in school, I had jobs, and held different interests where the pool didn't interest me as much. Summers were no longer an event, but something in the background that meant we had to roll down the car windows. I didn't have a need for membership to the Hobart Pool anymore, and it wasn't until years later after I was married that I realized how long it had truly been since I had gone swimming.

Once the pandemic is over, my wife and I agree – we're hitting the pools hard.

#ryukoprompt #pools #swimming #hobart community pool #hobart pool

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 4 years

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Not inspired in real events but... Yang is visiting Managerie and struggles when she sees a GIANT SPIDER inside the house and tries to take it out without bothering Blake (and fails)

... yup. I approve of this request...

And I feel so bad for Yang here 😅 at least she has somebody to help her 😁

Not sure how this one turned out but eh, here ya go

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“Yang? Mum, Ilia and I are going fishing for tonight’s dinner. Do you want to come or?”

“No, thank you baby. I’ve heard of how you ladies fish.” Yang said quirking an eyebrow at her girlfriend. “I’ll just get in the way.”

“Okay. But that means you have to help dad cook what we catch. No slacking off in this family.” Blake muttered into Yang’s neck as she pulled her into a hug. “If you need anything, dad will be outside getting the fire pit ready.”

“I’ll be fine, babe.” Yang smirked, kissing behind Blake’s ear. “Now, go bring home the bacon- oops. I mean fish.”

“Yang.”

“What? I’m simply accepting my place as the future Chieftain’s trophy wife. You be an amazing leader and I sit still and look pretty on your arm, Blake.” Yang grinned when Blake pulled back and glowered at her. She knew all too well that Blake hated Yang being reduced to such a thing… and Yang sometimes liked to go fishing, too.

“You are not a trophy wife!” Blake huffed, ears pinning. “You’re beautiful, yes, but you’re so intelligent and incredible on your own merit! You exist outside of me and my accomplishments, Yang. You’ve created some of the most advanced prosthetics! And kept them to a minimal price for poorer individuals, as well!” Blake let out a small noise of irritation. “You deserve recognition for who you are, not the fact that you’re going to marry the future chieftain.”

“I know.” Yang grinned cheekily. “I just like hearing you say it.”

“I am very aware.” Blake said dryly, rolling her eyes as a small smile formed. “Fortunately, I like saying it.”

“Blake!” Ilia’s voice called from outside their room. “We need to go. Kindly detach your girlfriend from your hip and move it.”

“Ugh.” Blake groaned, leaning up to kiss Yang goodby. “I need to go. But stay here, relax and maybe help dad at some point?”

“Of course, Blake.” Yang murmured, nuzzling Blake’s nose with her own.

“Blake? Your ass? Kindly move it.”

“ILIA!” Blake yelled, ears pinned.

“Not my fault you can’t leave your woman’s side for longer than an hour.”

“I practically had to pick you up off of your girlfriend’s lap the other day!” Blake growled as she stormed out the door, briefly turning around to make a face at Yang and leaving.

Yang let out a laugh at the sound of her girlfriend arguing with her friend until she heard Kali tell them off.

“Yes, mum.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Belladonna.”

Now, when an hour had passed, Yang was contemplating going and helping her future father-in-law. But she soon found herself trapped against a wall, cornered by the most foul beast that she had ever seen. With it’s countless eyes staring up at her and it’s legs almost seeming to extend to grab her and kill her, Yang was stuck.

“I hate spiders.” She muttered, trying to inch her way along the wall. “I hate ‘em, I hate ‘em. I. Hate. ‘Em!”

She took risk and jumped onto her’s and Blake’s bed and carefully grabbed one of their water glasses and a piece of paper from Blake drawing journal.

“Alright, you unholy, godless abomination.” She muttered to the spider. “Just get under the glass and nobody gets hurt.”

As she lowered the glass, the spider made a run for it… straight to her.

“No!” Yang’s scream of alarm was much higher than she’d like.

“Nononono!” She all but squealed as she ran of their room, slamming the door shut and running outside of the house.

“Ah, Yang.” Ghira smiled kindly at her. “Are you okay? I heard a shout.”

“No, I am not okay!” Yang yelled, arms flailing desperately. “There is massive spider in mine and Blake’s room. It tried to kill me!”

“Blake said that spiders weren’t your favourite.” Ghira chuckled. “Don’t worry, girl. You’ll get used to it.” He added reassuringly, patting Yang’s shoulder.

“Get used to it?!” Yang parroted, eyes bugging. “How am I meant to get used to a murderous creature from the depths of the abyss trying to come into my room and kill me and the woman I love?”

A hearty laugh broke out of Ghira as the man leant in a chair for a moment.

“I am very grateful to know that you value Blake so much, child.” Ghira said, still chuckling. “But I assure you that you’ll both be fine.”

“I’m not going back in there. It’s huge, Ghira!” Yang huffed. “The biggest spiders we have back on Patch are like the size of my fingernail. This thing’s bigger than my palm!”

“Would you like me to see if I can get it out?” Ghira asked, smile still very amused.

“Please.” Yang sighed. “I have no shame in asking for help.”

“Very well.”

When Ghira entered the room, he very quickly located the spider and let out an amused bark of laughter.

“It’s barely the size of a coin, girl.” He said quirking an eyebrow at Yang. “Surely you could have squashed it with your shoe.”

“But I didn’t want to kill it.”

Ghira chuckled, a fond sound, and easily picked the spider up in his hands and took it outside.

“Good to see that you’re not ashamed of your fears, Yang.” Ghira said with a smile. “Very few people have that kind of strength.”

Yang watched as Ghira took the spider into the garden and released it.

“Now, the girls should be back soon. Care to help your future father-in-law start a fire?”

“Yeah, that’s be great.”

Yang was mildly embarrassed that Ghira had to deal with the spider situation. But he didn’t seem to mind. They got on well, after all.

“Just be careful, child. There may be a “massive spider” in the fire pit.”

“Yes, thank you, Ghira. Much appreciated.”

#rwby #blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #fanfic

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justmeandmyinnermostthoughts · 5 years

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The Wick Family Part 3: Sugar and Spice and Gunpowder

A/N: Well, this chapter is a lot longer than the previous ones, oops. Hope you all enjoy this one. It’s a little darker than the others.

And a special shout-out to my friend @ledger-kaos for being a great beta reader!

Let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the tag list! (gif not mine)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 (You are here) ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10

“Where is she?”

Sound was starting to come back, along with the feeling of someone pounding on the back of John’s head.

“How hard is it……. She’s a little girl. She can’t have…….. Find her!”

John can hear people shuffling around him and voices further in the house. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, trying to clear his head, before slowly blinking them open, squinting at the bright lights. He comes back to himself, snapping his head up and trying to stand only to find himself strap to a chair. He looks down at himself to see zip ties around his wrists and ankles.

“Mr. Wick, welcome back to the land of the living.”

John leans back in the chair, ignoring the pain in his head, and takes in the man sitting on the arm of the couch in front of him. He seems rather average in John’s opinion. Grey eyes, fair skin, grey suit, white shirt, grey tie, black shoes, and a face that John doesn’t recognize. The only thing about the man that stands out is his red hair. John took all this in at a glance, sizing the man up and the three, no four other men in the room with him. “Who are you?” He nearly growls, voice low and gravely.

The man shrugs. “Just a side party interested in putting your particular set of skills to use.”

“I’m retired.”

“So people keep telling me, but everyone has a price, and a weakness” The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “Speaking of yours, have you found her yet?” The man asks standing, straightening the sleeves of his jacket as he glances at his men.

“If you hurt her I’ll tear you to pieces.” John leans forward, clenching the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white and his gaze turning sharp and angry enough to cut glass.

“Relax Mr. Wick. I don’t plan on harming your daughter. That would be suicide and I don’t hurt children.” His lips pull back in disgust at the thought. “I just want to use her as insurance that you’ll get the job done. Then she’ll be returned to you, safe and unharmed.”

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Celestial is doing her best to keep her breathing slow and quiet. She’s suddenly very glad she has so many blankets piled in her closet. The men had come into her room and moved some around but, luckily, they weren’t as thorough as they should have been and she hadn’t been discovered. She can hear movement out in the hall and people talking downstairs. Was that her dad talking? Is he okay? She couldn’t quite make out what was being said. She waits a few minutes more, being sure that no one was in her room anymore before slowly moving the blankets aside. As quietly as she can, she creeps towards the open door of her room, holding a loose weave blanket in her hands. She doesn’t know what she’ll do with it, maybe throw it at someone hoping they’ll tangle themselves up or something, but it makes her feel better holding it. Her heart is pounding in her ears as she gets closer to the door.

“.....everyone has a price, and a weakness. Speaking of yours, have you found her yet?” A stranger says. He sounds like a dick.

“If you hurt her I’ll tear you to pieces.” That’s dad. He’s okay. Her shoulders relax a little. She grins. He sounds pissed.

Celestial crouches beside her door and looks down the hallway to the left. She can see the end table near her dad’s room. If she can just make it there…

“...Then she’ll be returned to you, safe and unharmed.” Celestial has a half second to notice a shadow falling on the door frame before a man dressed in black steps into view.

Celestial looks up at the man with wide eyes as he looks at her for a moment, shocked to see her there. She takes advantage of the split second of shock and throws the purple blanket up over the man’s head. “Catch.”

The man raises his arms at the sudden object being thrown at him and lets out a startled “Hey,” before Celestial shoulder checks him as hard as she can in the side, making him stumble back a step, and she runs past him.

“Get back here!” Comes the command as the stranger manages to remove the blanket from his head and throws it to the ground. He moves to follow after the girl but only takes two steps before his foot gets caught in the loose weave of the blanket and he falls, barely managing to catch Celestial’s ankle as he goes down.

Celestial screams as she falls. The grip on her ankle tightening.

John’s head snaps up towards the stairs when Celestial screams. He begins to pull on his restraints as two of the men below start towards the stairs. The man in the suit raises an eyebrow but looks unworried.

Celestial flips over and kicks at the fingers around her ankle. “Let me go!” She shouts at the man as the heel of her boot comes in contact with his fingers. He releases her ankle and she scrambles to her feet and continues down the hall.

“Ow, shit kid, don’t make this difficult.” The man kicks free of the blanket and scrambles after the girl. Another man dressed in black is coming down the hallway behind him.

“Stay away from me!” Celestial races to the small table, the stranger right behind her. The man reaches out to grab her as she reaches the table. She ducks, dropping to her knees and reaching under the table, her fingers wrapping around the cold metal handle she knew would be there. She whips the pistol out of its hidden holster and pivots, falling onto her butt and lower back as she clasps the pistol in both hands and faces the stranger reaching for her. “I said stay away!” She hardly has a moment to aim low at the mans torso, close to his left hip and underneath where most tactical vests would end, before she squeezes the trigger.

The shot rings out, loud and clear in the house, making everyone flinch at the sudden abrasive noise.

“Celestial!” John screams, fearing the worst, the sound raw and nearly broken and loud enough to cover up the scream of a man in pain.

“Fuck!” The stranger grips his bleeding side as he stumbles back, falling to a knee. His buddy stopping a few feet short of the stairs and watching with wide eyes. “You little bitch. You shot me!”

“Yea, and I’ll do it again if you don’t back up.” Her voice starts out shaky but gains strength and volume as she goes, making herself heard downstairs.

John’s breath catches in his throat as he hears her, slowly slumping forward a little in the chair. He turns his head so he can watch the top of the stairs.

Celestial keeps the gun pointed at the stranger in front of her, grip tight on the pistol, as she stands up. She takes note of the guy farther down the hallway before looking back at the man she shot. “Back down the hall, slowly, then down the stairs.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, kid.” The man growls, holding his side.

Celestial’s eyes narrow. She’s still scared, obviously, who knows who these guys are or what they want, but now she’s added another emotion to the list. These guys come into her house, most likely with the intent of kidnapping her and use her as leverage against her father, and this guy is giving her sass because she shot him while defending herself? No way. If anyone has a right to be angry here it’s her, and she is. She’s suddenly very angry, and the man can tell. Celestial seems to go still, she’s no longer shaking, she’s solid and almost seems to stand taller. A look clouds her eyes that has the man in front of her swallowing and slowly getting to his feet, backing away from her and going down the hallway. She follows him, step for step. And he can almost feel the anger radiating out from her.

He holds a hand up in a placating gesture, the other holding his side as he backs away from her. He steps into view of the men below as he reaches the staircase. He stops and glances over his shoulder at his boss downstairs.

Celestial moves closer to the stranger, not close enough for his to easily grab her but close enough for her to be able to push him down the stairs, if needed. She watches the other man out of the corner of her eye.

The man in the suit makes a get on with it gesture with his hands. “Well go on, grab her. She’s a child, how much damage could she possibly do?”

The corner of John’s lips turn up in amusement at that comment. His daughter isn’t all sugar and spice and everything nice as people like to believe.

The stranger turns back to her, scowling.

“Go anywhere but down the stairs and I’ll shoot you again.” Celestial says, her voice low and monotone, almost deadly “And if you take a step towards me, I’ll shoot you too.” This being directed at the man farther down the hall.

The stranger in front of her closes his eyes for a second and lets out a breath, trying to mentally prepare himself to make an attempt to grab the girl again. He opens his eyes and glares at the girl in an attempt to intimidate her, but she isn’t moved. He lets go of his side and begins to take a step towards her.

Celestial doesn’t let him do anything else. She pulls the trigger, the gun aimed just above the man’s right knee and it spits the bullet out at him, ripping through skin and bone. The man screams as the bullet tears its way through his leg and he tumbles backwards down the stairs. He lays in a heap at the bottom of the stairs clutching his leg with both hands in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Celestial swings the gun around to point at the other stranger in the hall with her. He raises both hands shoulder high, palms facing her. She flicks the barrel at the stairs, aiming it back at him after. “Down the stairs.”

He nods and slowly begins to walk towards her, his eyes not leaving her until he reaches the stairs. He turns away and heads down them quickly, stopping at the bottom to inspect his friend. “She really fucked you up man.”

"Get him out of here." The man in the suit says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Celestial steps up to the staircase, gun still in hand, and glances around the living room. She locks eyes with John and takes a single step down the stairs before he gives a small shake of his head. Celestial freezes in place, giving him a small nod in return. She glances around the rest of the area, taking in the other seven men in the room. She watches as the injured man is carried out before aiming the gun at the man in the suit.

John turns his glare on the well dressed man. “I’d leave now while you still can.” He growls.

The man turns to him, slipping his hand back into his pocket. “Yes, I suppose we should. But before I do, Mr. Wick, answer me this. How long do you think you can protect your daughter? You can’t watch her every second of the day. Everyone needs to sleep after all.” He begins to cross the room, making his way towards the front door. “Even the Baba Yaga.” He shrugs and smirks at John. “So, the way I see it, you can either puppy-guard your daughter for the rest of her life, or,” One of the other men hands him a file. “You can take the job and we’ll leave her and you alone.” He sets the file on the coffee table in front of John. “Your choice Mr. Wick.” With that final warning, he turns on his heel and leaves the house, his men following behind.

John and Celestial wait quietly until they hear car doors slam and the sound of the engines fade. Celestial shakily lowers the gun and takes another step down the stairs.

“Stay there.” John says before he flexes and jerks his arms sharply upwards, snapping the zip ties and pulling the pocket knife from his pocket to cut the ones around his ankles. He stands and does a quick search of the house, checking to be sure there is no one else in the house. Once he’s sure there’s no one in the house he opens the front door and leans out to check that the driveway is empty before shutting the door and heading back to the living room. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, avoiding the pool of blood and gestures for Celestial to come down to him. “Come here sweetheart. Come on.”

Celestial makes her way down the stairs towards him, the gun held loosely in her right hand. She gets a few stairs away from him and her face crumbles, a sob tearing its way out of her throat. She stumbles the last few steps into her father’s arms. He swings her up into his arms, taking the gun from her and holding her tight. “That was so sc-scary.” She manages to say through the tears.

“I know. I know it was, sweetheart.” He holds her head against his shoulder as he carries her into the kitchen. "You did so well though. You were so brave." He sets Celestial down on the island counter, putting the gun out of arms reach from her.

"I sh-sh-shot-"

"I know you did, Cel." He cups her face with both hands, wiping tears away with his thumbs. "You did what you had too. And that's okay. Look, you're okay. I'm okay. The dog is okay. We're okay, alright?" He tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Blu is okay?" She asks, her crying calming down to sniffles.

John nods, "He's fine. They put him in the garage. He's waiting for us. I'm going to go pack a bag for you, okay? Stay here."

Celestial nods, rubbing her eyes. "Okay."

John kisses the top of her head. "I'll be right back." He grabs the gun and tucks it into his waistband on his way out of the kitchen, stepping over the pool of blood and climbing the stairs three at a time. He gets to the top and makes his way to Celestial's room, noticing the purple blanket on the floor and pauses before snatching it up off the floor. He looks at it for a second, confused, and then sets it in the bin inside her door. He finishes packing the duffle bag she had left on her bed, making sure to pack her favorite sneakers and blanket. He looks around the room before adding her pillow as an afterthought. He zips the bag shut and swings it up onto his shoulder. He grabs her large stuffed bee off her bed and heads out the door, snagging Celestial's game bag on the way. He gets back to the kitchen and hands Celestial her bee. She takes it from him mechanically, her expression blank and eyes a bit glazed. "Come on, Celestie, let's go." He rests a hand on her shoulder and leads her out to the garage, picking up his duffle bag from the hall on the way. He opens the garage door, revealing a very happy dog, his tail and butt wagging as he stands by the door. He opens the car door and props the seat forward. He calls the dog over, having him jump in the back, and then sets the duffle bags in the back seat, before fixing the seat.

Celestial climbs into the passenger seat and shuts the door. She sets her bee on her lap and buckles herself in as John climbs into the car, setting her game backpack at her feet before shutting his own door. He hits the button to open the garage door as he buckles himself in and starts the car, bringing it roaring to life.

"Did you lock the doors?" Celestial asks in a soft voice.

John paused and looks at her. "No, I didn't." He unhooks his seatbelt and climbs out of the car. "Stay here." He quickly makes his way through the house, locking the doors and heads out through the livingroom back to the garage before hesitating by the coffee table. He looks at the file for a moment before snatching it up with a scowl and making his way back to the car, locking the garage door as he closes it. He slides the file into the side pocket of the car door as he gets in. He closes the door and puts his seatbelt back on. He begins to back the car out of the garage, glancing over at Celestial to see her staring at the file.

She looks up at him, "Dad?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart." He says quietly as he puts the car into drive and pulls away from the house, heading into the city.

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sinfvls · 4 years

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hey all you cool cats and kittens ! it’s carole desi from big cat rescue and i’m here to deliver a tubular trio to this glorious group. i’ve been on the hunt for a solid supernatural rp for idk how long and i’m so stoked to find a home in bloodshq & begin writing / plotting with every single one of you ! admittedly, their backgrounds are pretty underwhelming because they’re all new muses ( lord help me ) and i’m still getting a feel for them, and i have just a few wanted connections up for grabs listed at the end of each of their blurbs, so if you see any that strike your interest please feel free to slide into my ims ( but i’m also super open to anything, so feel free to hit me with your ideas too ! ) & now without further ado, i give you DAMON BELMONT , NICHOLAS SPENCER & VERONA ADLER.

damon belmont has been seen walking the seattle streets. the werewolf has been in town for one week, and are known to be aloof but also very loyal. the thirty seven year old is the vice president of the mongrels motorcycle club. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble charlie hunnam. their pronouns are he/him. damon’s werewolf gene is triggered.

statistics & connections

doesn’t know who his parents are / were. he was found abandoned in the woods of hayfork, california as a wee babe by a pair of hikers. tossed into the social system, he hopped from foster home to foster home, until finally sticking with a woman named delilah belmont, who eventually opted to adopt him.

she lived off the grid, in the backwoods, where she fended for herself by hunting for meat, growing her own produce, and even tended to livestock. damon thrived in this lifestyle, learning how to survive in the wilderness. he didn’t go to public school. instead, he was homeschooled by delilah, who taught him only what she valued to be of great importance. she wasn’t gonna raise no soft, yellowbelly who couldn’t fend for himself.

however, one day while out hunting, the two were attacked by a grizzly bear and it mauled delilah nearly to death before damon put a few rounds of bullets into it. there was no saving her, and she knew it. instead, she begged damon to end the pain. out of mercy, he killed her, and thus triggered the werewolf gene he didn’t even realize was in him. the confusion he had to deal with alone as a result was heartbreaking. he didn’t understand what he was, seeing himself as a monster whenever there was a full moon to unleash his inner beast. damon thought he was the only one of his kind, until he met a group of mysterious travelers.

the mongrels motorcycle club, what everyone assumed to be a band of criminals. damon first met them at a dive bar in town, where he’d been planning to drink himself into a stupor. they knew what he was immediately and offered him a home; a new family with them. while he had so many unanswered questions, the young werewolf also had nothing to lose, and so he joined the bloodmoon pack and never looked back.

the acceptance and relief from knowing he wasn’t an abomination was overwhelming. never did he think that he would develop such a strong bond with another person, let alone an entire pack of werewolves. the bloodmoon pack has been travelling just about everywhere, stopping in areas to rest before carrying on again, living as vagabonds, and picking up “strays” / other packless werewolves along the way. he’s been with the pack for sixteen years.

( more tba yikes )

wanted connections

bloodmoon pack / mongrels mc members. still need a president, sgt at arms, road captain, enforcer, chaplain, etc. info can be found on the wanted connections page on the main !

soulmate. listen, he’s been around the block and i think it’s safe to say he’d have found his mate by now asdjkhg. she could have already been with the pack when he joined, or joined after him at some point. completely open to plotting all the details. filled by cleo clarke

( more tba maybe sdjhfg )

nicholas “nick” spencer has lived in seattle for twelve years, and are known to be broody but also very altruistic. the twenty one year old human goes to school at seattle university. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble finn cole. their pronouns are he/him. nick is unaware of the supernatural.

statistics & connections

born in los angeles, california to a pair of admirably gifted parents, nicholas spencer lived a fairly privileged first eight years of his life. his mother, a soap opera actress, and his father, a talented chef, gave both nick and his older sister a life full of love and luxury. yes, everything was absolutely perfect in their world. until it wasn’t.

at barely eight years old, nick was violently thrown along with his sister into one of the most traumatic experiences any child could go through; they lost their parents to a fatal car accident. being forced to move to seattle with his sister to live with their aunt, he didn’t fully understand what it meant; he couldn’t properly process what was going on. the pain of his loss was expressed more out of anger, feeling as though their parents abandoned them. and thus, nick’s out of control behavior was born.

suicide mention tw. he struggled in school. his emotions betrayed him. instead of relishing a happy childhood, nick found himself pushing everyone away, getting into fights, sneaking out late at night to run around the city with his friends and get into all sorts of trouble with them. he couldn’t count on his hands how many times the police picked him up and brought him to his aunt’s doorstep. it only got worse once one of his best friends was found dead, written off as a suicide, though it didn’t add up in nick’s eyes and seemed so much more sinister. the young man was nearly deemed to be a lost cause, until he discovered his passion for writing.

language arts or literature was the last thing anyone would ever think to group with nick spencer. he was quite eloquent, sure, but the one thing he always did was play basketball at one of the outdoor courts in seattle. anytime he needed to blow off steam, to contemplate life, or just to shoot hoops, you could always catch him at the court. but his english teacher noticed how well he could articulate his thoughts and feelings on paper, and submitted one of his pieces to a writing contest, which earned nick the win and three thousand dollars as a prize.

bewildered by a talent he hadn’t even realized was in him, nick embraced it. he started writing in a journal ( which he keeps safely tucked away beneath the mattress of his bed ), documenting every feeling and thought as a way to express his emotions in a more productive manner. this talent earned him a full ride scholarship to seattle university, where he’s now a literature major with plans of either becoming an author or perhaps an english teacher, to follow in the footsteps of his high school teacher who he came to idolize.

( more will be added later oop )

wanted connections

his three best friends ( see listed in wanted connections on the main ! )

someone he doesn’t see eye to eye with, maybe opposite in personality or morals. most likely someone he went to high school with or someone who also attends seattle university ( bonus points if they’re supernatural )

some bad folk he may have accidentally gotten mixed up with, either in the past or current ( or both sdfhkjg ). could literally be ANYTHING, maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have, maybe there’s some drug scandal he got mixed up in and now can’t get out of ??

more tba eventually !

verona adler has been seen walking the seattle streets. the fae has been in town for three years, and are known to be restive but also very fervent. the twenty four year old works as a bar & grill waitress. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble dove cameron. their pronouns are she/her.

statistics & connections

oakdale, louisiana. born and bred. she was raised middle to two brothers, one older and one younger, but was the absolute apple of her mom and dad’s eye, being their only daughter. her family was reputable, as were the strawberry fields they owned. people from all over the state would pay a petty price to pick a few cartons full of the famously juicy adler strawberries.

at a very young age, verona had to learn how to better control her emotions, which is very difficult for a child to understand and do. she was known for glowing tantrums, and levitating when particularly elated over something. however, in due time, the young faerie learned to hide these paramount parts of herself from the world surrounding them, out of fear over the potential backlash of human ignorance.

she’s been very personable her entire life, much like a light in a dark room. excelling in school, she mastered both academics and the social aspect, she was on the school’s yearbook committee as well as the cheerleading squad, and played an active part in her community as best as she could, generally through volunteer work. a true southern belle, through and through.

however, verona was exhausted. she couldn’t stand pretending to be something she wasn’t; hiding her true colors from the world just because the world was deemed to be much too censorious when it came to being different. while she adored her family and friends, she wasn’t being true to herself which left her unhappy behind closed doors. so, at the age of twenty one, she found an ad in the paper for a roommate in seattle and the city was evidently huge in comparison to her small town. the thought of living somewhere that was hopefully more accepting was an absolute dream, so she packed her things and made the move.

she’s been living in seattle for three years now, working at the same bar & grill she started off with as a waitress and she loves it. she loves meeting people that come from all different walks of life, the mixture of humans and supernatural is perfect. though she’s still a little put out by hiding her true self, she enjoys being surrounded by a bigger populace of supernatural beings that she generally doesn’t have to hide around.

( more tba probably ... eventually )

wanted connections

exes / flings / one night stands. her friends calling her a slut is just teasing and gets a laugh out of her, a stranger calling her a slut will put vee in a full on rage, but all in all .... girl gets around. NOT because she’s a sex fiend, but because she loves the idea of being loved, and therefore looks for it in all the wrong places sdfahkfjg.

best friend ( supernatural only pls ! ). she needs someone she can fully open up to without worry of being judged, rant / vent to each other about all the shit in their lives, talk about things they wouldn’t normally be able to talk about in the public, etc. a good wholesome friendship.

someone she annoys / who annoys her / or both. girl is basically a constant ray of sunshine & agonizingly curious / nosy, and that probably presses at least one person. she can’t stand some who’s a grump without a cause & has an insatiable need to pick people apart in order to find out wtf happened to them / the reason why they are the way that they are.

maybe her brother(s) ? i mean, if anyone wanted to pick them up, they’re free to snag !!

more tba later !

#bloods.intro #* 𝙙 . 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩 ╱ intro .#* 𝙣 . 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 ╱ intro .#* 𝙫 . 𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙧 ╱ intro .#suicide tw #murder tw #death tw #made individual intro tags thinkin i was gna post individual intros #i played myself

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marlettwrites · 5 years

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So I think maybe I should step away from ACOH for a bit.

I’m really getting nowhere with this project, and I’m going to continue to get nowhere if I keep trying to force myself to work on it.

In the meantime, I have a few (like. I dunno. 6??) other projects in the works. I haven’t been focusing on them at all, but I think it’s time. I need to work on something else to get my brain gears moving again.

I’ll leave a short description of my other projects below the cut, and if you want, you can comment which one you’re most interested in. It will help me decide what to work on next. If not, then keep scrolling I guess.

Witch Hazel: Hazel is bad at magic. Like, really bad at magic. She’s set her apartment on fire more than once, and her familiar Sammy never talks to her. In fact, Hazel is beginning to wonder if magic actually exists, or if her best friend Amanda has simply been playing an elaborate prank on her this whole time.

That is, until she discovers a Book of Shadows that used to belong to the one and only (important and very powerful witch character who is yet to be named). Suddenly, all the spells Hazel attempts are finally coming out right. Nothing is catching fire, and nobody has complained to the manager about her all week.

But something sinister lurks in the book. Hazel finds she is losing more and more time. People are upset at her for things she can’t remember doing, and the book keeps turning up in places where it shouldn’t be. Hazel knows something is trying to take her place, but it might already be too late.

Unnamed Portal Fantasy: I don’t have a lot for this one, but basically an angry teen decides to run away from home and ends up in an alternate universe, when he only meant to stay away for an hour or so. Oop.

That one with the Demons: Cadence is a closeted trans girl trying to figure out how to come out to her dad. On the day that she finally works up the courage, she comes home to discover her house in shambles and her father and younger brother missing.

Unbeknownst to Cadence, strange creatures still lurk in the crevices of her home. A stranger named Lucas agrees to teach her to fight them and to help her get her dad and brother back. But first, they need to go through (name of secret agency created to fight the creatures), which is the organization that Lucas works for.

But (redacted) denies the request to send out troops to search, claiming it a waste of time and resources. Cadence refuses to let that stop her from saving her family.

Mermay or something: Landon absolutely refuses to believe that the soft squishy yellow-haired human could possibly be their soulmate.

Everything would have been fine if Dominic hadn’t lost Landon’s Soul Gem, of that, they were certain. But of course, since Dominic lost it, it had to land on the beach. And of course, as is the way of fate, a human had to discover it lying there. And of course, that human had to be the one being on Earth that could wear their Soul Gem without shattering it.

I hate humans, Landon thinks as they shift from tail to legs for the first time in over seven years. And this one is not for me.

Elsie and the Monstrous Woods: Elsie knows something is wrong when Blake doesn’t knock on her door at noon on Thursday.

He’d gone to the Woods, of course. Blake always did like to go the Woods, even if it was forbidden. But he always came back, and he always gave her door a nice ‘ratta tat tat’ at noon sharp.

Elsie knows something is wrong when she sees Blake in the market the next day and he ignores her calling his name. Blake hasn’t visited since that day he left, and he never seems to recognize her.

The smile sits on his face, all wrong-like. It’s his, but it ain’t. That’s his face right there, for sure, but it ain’t Blake’s soul peeking through.

Elsie can’t say for sure what came through the woods last night. But she knows it ain’t Blake.

Katelyn Price and others: Some kind of superhero story I think.

Kate receives a gift and a story from her grandmother. The gift (two traditionally carved native Hawaiian necklaces) is supposed to contain the power of two elements. One contains the ocean, the other, a storm. Or so her grandmother says in the form of a warning: don’t let it consume you.

Kate doesn’t believe in magic. She’s fourteen. Too old for that baby stuff. She keeps one necklace for herself and gifts the other to her best friend (used to be called Lorelei, but is in the market for a new name). But then, weird things start happening. Waters rise at her anger and the rain never seems to make her cold the way it used to.

It isn’t until [best friend] excitedly shows off her own powers that Kate realizes what’s happened. She begs her to give the necklace back. Tells her that what they’re meddling with is dangerous.

But [best friend] likes the way the power makes her feel. She’s not going to give it back without a fight.

Thank you for reading!

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cameleonhardyfan63 · 5 years

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Introduction

Can’t wait it is my friend, Colleen Mary Flynn’s last night as a free woman at least that the two of us could schedule together. She and I have been friends since we were born our moms are best friends. Her wedding to Colby Francis McAllister is in just over a week. My name is Margaret Catherine Kelly. I’m the youngest of 4 children, 2 boys 2 girls. My Sister Rachel Elizabeth is the oldest, my twin brothers Michael Patrick and Daniel Ian are a year younger than her and five years later came me. I’m Affectionately known as oops. We grew up in a tightly knit Irish Catholic family, my Dad Michael Patrick Sr. And my Mom Catherine Elizabeth(née Daily), in a New Jersey Shore town, Stone Harbor. My Dad owned a import business, mostly fine Irish wines and spirits. Mom was and still is a stay at home mom. Dad has since retired, sort of, he works as a consultant for new and upcoming restaurants, pub and distributors, for a price.

We all grew up going to church, school, 1st holy communion together, graduations, dating each other’s friends along the way.

First to marry was Rachel. She married James Allen Casey(Jimmy). She met him when she was away at college, and married shortly after graduation. They moved into a small house in Stone Harbor and took over our family’s business. They have since had 3 boys James jr, Colin, and Shamus. Then Rachel gave birth to Katie(Kathleen Elizabeth), my Goddaughter and Colleen’s flower girl. My heart!! Rachel is a stay at home mom, like our mother before her.

The next to marry was Michael, yes he married one of my friends Sarah Jane Michaels. They also have 3 boys Michael Patrick the 3rd, Kevin and Tyler. With no plans to have any more. Michael went to work at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore Maryland, after graduating culinary school. Taking the grandsons with, much to our moms displeasure.

Daniel(Danny) got married not long after to my third amigo, Kelly Ann Shannon, and finally She just gave birth to sweet little Caroline. Whom I have not met yet, because they moved to Boston after he graduated from culinary school as well, where Danny has worked in multiple restaurants honing his craft before opening his own restaurant just before Caroline’s birth. So far away again for my Mom, so she has been spoiling Rachel’s babies.

Then there’s me not dating not engaged, not married and no babies. I however just finished getting my Masters degree in Social work and will soon start working for the Cape May County Health and Human Services Department. Up till about 6 months ago I had been working at Vitelli’s Italian restaurant from the age of 16 first busing tables, and the waiting tables. I had been dating Danny and Michaels best friend Thomas Edward Lynch since my senior year of High School. Blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and that cheeky smile. Love that man, more than life, but with lots of unsolicited persuasion from my Mom that he wasn’t showing any interest in Marriage(or was he)a year and a half ago we broke things off...what a monumental mistake that turned out to be.

Chapter One(The set-up)

Colleen picked me up around 600pm, or should I say we talk in to town from my parents house along the bayside. Down 96th Street to the Harbor Bar and Grill. Newley re-opened new owner, menu new everything. It was about 630pm when finally got there, had to stop several times we were laughing so hard. Talking and spending time together had become limited, you know , life.

We were seated right away, it was the end of summer. College kids back at school. Shoe bees home getting their kids ready for school as well. So locals(love that word), people you’ve know for what feels like for ever. Smiles, quick waves hello to everyone as we were seated at our table.

Once we were at our table, as we checked out the new menu, I asked her if she ever found out who bought the restaurant. A shrug of idk and sly smile on her face, we continued to scan the menu. Next thing you know a deep, raspy yet familiar voice asked if he could get us some drinks. He stated that our server was backed up with orders that he was helping her out. I closed my eye tight to gather my self realizing who it was. I turned toward the voice opened my eyes and there he was Tommy Lynch, with a big smile on his face. Just as my brothers did he graduated culinary school and for short while work with Danny in Boston after we broke up. Damn Colleen what have you done, I thought, smiling trying not to look annoyed I said”no that’s alright we can wait for our server.” Hoping he’d take the hint. No he didn’t, he asked Colleen “what can I get you since Mags( that’s what he calls me)isnt drinking tonight,” chuckling under his breath knowing full well that I would and knew exactly what I wanted! Beer always beer, my alcohol of choice. Dear sweet Colleen asked nicely for “large amounts of Rose”. She knew she was going to need it. “Better bring the bottle” I added trying not to smirk, cause I was pissed! He turned to me with his eyebrows raised”indeed, are you sure I can’t get you a beer Mags?”knowing full well i would change my mind. “Sure why not, what do you have on Tap?” Reveling in the fact that he would have to read off the whole list, when all I wanted was a pint of Samuel Adams Oktoberfest. Telling him that after I patiently waited for him to finish, I got a grunt in reply as he walked away to the Bar. I gave Colleen that look she knew she was in for an earful, but he came back with our drinks in hand and proceeded to sit down next to me. “Why don’t you join us” I said laced with as much sarcasm that I could. “Dont mind if I do, but I can’t stay long. Just wanted to see how you were doing Mags and to congratulate you on your Masters degree.” He contnued “I talked to Danny earlier this week and he told me that you graduated. “. I managed a small “thank you” followed closely by a large drink of my beer. Sensing that I wasn’t entirely comfortable, because my extending the years of my education was also one of the strains on our relationship, he turned to Colleen and said” so you and Colby are getting married in just over a week. Is everything ready?”. “Yes,”she replied, “but I didn’t get your RSVP Tommy.” With that our waitress appeared to take our order. Tommy excused himself he needed to go help the bartender. I was thankful for that , now I could relax a little. We ordered dinner which came out pretty quickly, but during that time Col repeatedly claimed she didn’t know Tommy was the owner, but that was a lie. She was a terrible liar, it was written all over her face. Now I just needed to figure out what they were up to. As we finished our meal trying to decide whether to get dessert or not Tommy reappeared. “Col I never received an invitation to your wedding” he said, “which is ok but I do hope you and Colby enjoy your day.”. He was starting to get up from the table when she blurted out” I have a great idea. “. My brain screamed STOP! Because when Col said that, her ideas were not great EVER!!!!! Yeah you guest it she invited my Ex to be my plus one at her wedding, because I didn’t have a date. Ugh!!! Before I could say anything he said”Thanks Col that is a great idea!” All I could do was smile because for words escaped me. There is was their master plan for Tommy and Me to attend her and Colby’s wedding together.

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thedappleddragon · 3 years

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I have no reccolection of the 19th other than I did not work that day and worked on a crochet doll for my friend’s birthday

wowie wowie I sure did a lot today. I woke up, had some breakfast, fed my cat, and cleared out the yard for my mom so the people she hired to mow the lawn could do their job. I finished up the crochet doll I made for my friend’s birthday, and gave it a scarf because the neck looked weird. I texted her asking if it was ok to come over today to hang out and give it to her, and she said yeah. I realized my sister still had the good car, so I borrowed mom’s van and headed out. I realized all at the same time that the van was out of gas, I left my friend’s present at home, and my ister called me all at the same time. so I turned around, grabbed the doll, and convinced my sister to PLEASE let me takee the car instead of her making me fill mom’s van wit gas and taking it instead. for some reason she drove me there instead of just giving me the car so she had to go home and hang out while my friend and I talked. when I showed my friend the doll, she collapsed on the floor lmao. the rest of the visit was pretty much her talking about her stuffgles in college and with the friend group and infodumping about her ocs. it was a lovely time but I had to leave to go to work. I stopped by at home to grab a granola bar and eat slices of meat and cheese and arrived at work 15 minutes late oops. I just kinda shuffled carts around and wrote prices on plant for a while until my boss left and I spent the last hour of my shift just kinda wandering around waiting for the store to close. although I saw someone in the garden center im pretty sure I recognized. do you ever see someone in public that’s just so Gender? because yeah. we made eye contact a couple times because I was trying t see if I actually knew them or not so maybe I freaked them out on accident. I actually clocked out 2 minuted early and left before everyone else, taking my subway my boss bought for everyone and went home. I nearly forgot that my friends all decided to hang out at the park today, so talked with my mom for a moment and looked at the grass after being cut and left for the park. they were all volleying a ball aroung when I arrived, and we all walked around to the kickball field to kick the ball around instead. as we walked over there I remembered just how fucking L O U D everyone is, especially Kayla. it hurts. but hey whatever, we’re here to be public nuances I guess. we took turns kicking the ball like a kickball game with one team. eventually a group of boys asked to join our game and we sacrificed one of our friends to make the teams even. after they joined it all involved a lot more running and make me really tired lmao. I'm not good at kickball but I do like kicking the ball :) after the boys left I laid in the grass and Kayla dragged me a little bit and I struggled to get up from laughing too much. I did get up tho, and we all piled into sam’s car to go to handles. the line was kinda long so we chatted and played heads up while we waited, and sat on the wall to talk and eat. I got key lime pie ice cream which was pretty good. as we finished up and decided to call it a night, everyone piled into Katie’s car aside from sam and I so he could take me back to the park to pick up my car. we passed by it for first time since I'm blind, and I made him drive all the way around the circle again lmao. but I found it and sung electric avenue on the way home. I thought about taking the drill from dad’s apartment, but tbh I'm tired so I'll do it tomorroww morning. mom needs it to hang up some fake windows on the garage or something.

huzzah I left this and now its the next day, and I was busy as soon as I woke up I guess. I woke up from a dream about playing a game in vr on a headset I want that sucked in the dream, and the game was about being trapped with this evil cat that turns into a sea monster. the obvjective is to either defeat the cat or kill your roommates. a lot of time was spent in the pet store. I've been interested in the oculus quest 2 again after seeing the garage cleared out from my dad’s move, and it would make a perfect vr plauspace. no furniture to run into, lots of space to walk around, isolated from the rest of the house. perfect. anyway I wokr up to my mom calling me, asking me to go with her to pick up chairs for our porch. we’re doing home improvements after dad moved. so I rode with her in the car to pick up a rocking chair, dropped it off at home, went to my work to pick up some grass seed and a flat of flowers and seeded the lawn. we bought enough seed for 1000 square feet of lawn and used the whole bag for about half of our backyard, oops. BUT we didnt follow the instructions on the back of the bag telling up to till the ground and put on mulch and stuff like that, so I think it’ll cancel out and we get a normally seeded lawn. we went back out to pick up the second chair and the lady wasnt home, but her cat was outside and IT WAS THE SWEETEST LITTLE THING!! it was a little grey cat, practically a kitten, and i let it sniff my hand and pet her. big baby :) but I left the money under the mat and took the chair as per her instructions through the ring doorbell. mom and I got hardees on the way back and I ate too much oof. when we got home I replaced the mailbox, added fake windows to the garage door with mom, and put up cursive numbers over the garage with my sister’s help. we all got very frustrated when the screws werent going through the vinyl siding, so I went to the garage and grabbed a drill bit after my mom’s insistance that I use a nail. the brill bit worked really well and it’s all centered, and I think the new additions make the house look old but well kept. I thought the cursive lettering would look dumb but I kind of like it. we drove around the neighborhood a little bit so mom could prove thateople had garage door windows. we go home, rocked on the porch with our new rocking chairs, and went inside for a bit. I hung out in the backayrd with my cat and my sister while she wrote emails or something. my neighbor’s cat came over for a moment, standing around the corner and staing at us. then their dog broke through the fence again. normally I'm fine with it and think it’s cute, but lily was out there and their dog got too close and too crazy and she started hissing and swiping at it. I brought her inside until they could get the dog back. I kind of want their cats to come over to our yard as long (as they dont poop over here) because they're cute and I want to gain their trust and pet them. my legs hurt from playing kickball yesterday, so now I;m hanging out in bed. I got restless and felt like I should being doing something, so I opened my laptop to look at bar staet orientation stuff, but this was already up so I just started typing this instead lmao.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #may 2021 daily #2021 daily

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meucaoscriativo · 6 years

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One for the road WIP

“Hey, I’m sorry, but we are closing.”

Guys drinking by themselves weren’t a rare sight. But that guy was an interesting specimen to study. He sat at the stool as soon as the bar opened and he still didn’t show the least intention to stand up and leave.

It took some minutes for him to admit the girl’s presence and raise his ice-blue eyes.

His gaze pierced her soul and caused shivers to travel down her spine. It had been a long time since she last got that feeling. He looked handsome but forbidden with the perfectly unkempt hair and the spotless black suit, the tie knot loosen just a bit. It was impossible not to like what she saw, but at the same time she knew there was more to his moody expression than simply unfriendliness.

There was a heavy cloud surrounding him with what she sensed as regret. His eyes resembled window panes, clear and empty glasses framed by sad dark circles produced by a restless night.

“Rough day?”, She kept talking since he remained silent. All her words had a ring that made them sound like an unobtrusive music.

He looked around and noticed he was the last customer there. The radio had already been turned off and she had washed all the glasses while waiting for him to close his tab.

“What time is it?, His question sounded monotonous, the husky voice cut the air and added to thrill she felt while near him.

“Almost two a.m.” Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall behind her before informing. He followed her movement and saw for himself it was one-fifty. He let a long sigh escape, as if the fact irritated him.

“What about one for the road?”, She suggested, a persistent smile shining in her eyes.

Mumbling a dispirited “whatever” was his way of accepting her offer. Under his careful watch, she refilled his glass with the whisky he was drinking.

“So… were you waiting someone?”, She was aware most of the sentences she directed at him were questions, but she couldn’t help being intrigued. The truth was that anything she spoke would unnerve him. However, the look on his face indicated she had just chosen the most off-limits topic of all.

“Nevermind”, and she left the counter to finish her tasks.

The bell at the door rang then and when she looked over her shoulder, she found the spot he once occupied vacant. On the counter top, there was what seemed to be a wad of notes. Getting closer to examine the money, she got outraged by the amount. It covered the price of the entire whisky bottle but he hadn’t drunk that much.

She grabbed the bunch of bills and ran to the exit.

“Hey, mister!”, Shouting, she raced to the sidewalk, looking around and not seeing anybody. The street was desert and not even a car rolled by.

“What’s the matter?”, Startled, she turned around after listening his voice. He was close to the frontage of the bar, the arms crossed in front of his chest, partially because it was cold. His raging eyes glistened like sharp cut jewels.

“Gee, I almost had a cardiac arrest!”, But she laughed while complaining, getting close to him.

He simply looked annoyed.

“See, I can’t accept all this money”, she counted the bills taking only the appropriate amount and giving the rest back to him.

“Just keep it”, he avoided her hand, walking away, looking a little too aggravated. He stopped under the lamp post. There was a mysterious halo of fog around the lamp that only added to the atmosphere of the man’s sadness.

She didn’t understand him and that was what drew her to him one more time:

“Are you drunk?” He didn’t look a bit tipsy, but maybe that was the reason of his crankiness and dismay.

“No. Can you just leave me alone?”

She opened her mouth to rebuke him but then closed it without a sound. He could be stubborn all he wanted, but there was clearly a problem there.

“I’m just going back inside to turn off the lights… if you don’t mind, would you walk me home?”

“What?” He turned to face her, unable to believe his ears.

“Yes, you know… I live just two blocks away but… it’s kinda late… and… please?”

He twisted his brows but ended up agreeing.

Ten minutes later she was locking the bar door. She put her hands in her coat’s pocket and approached him:

“Let’s go in that way.” She pointed the right with her chin and they started walking. “You aren’t by car…”

“No.”

“Were you waiting your lift?”

“I was about to call an Uber.”

“So you live far away from here…”

“I’m not from town.”

“Really? And what has brought you here?”

He glared at her again. Oops, she had just bumped into the wrong subject.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry…”

“But what?”

“You look like someone who needs to talk.”

He didn’t say anything but at least he didn’t contradict her.

“What do you do for a living?”, She stole a glance from his face but for the most time, they only looked forward and walked in a natural fast pace.

“I work with network security.”

“Are you a kind of hacker?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting. Well… we’re here… thank you”, she took her keys from the small purse, stopping in front of a brownstone building. “Why don’t you enter and wait your ride?”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Help you, why can’t you see it?”

“I’m not interested.”

“That I know. But insisting won’t hurt. Come on, step in. It’s so cold.”

He shook his head but followed her because it was easier than arguing. She didn’t look like someone that gave up easily when finding an issue to solve, obviously being the protective type. He let himself take a good look at her now that they were under the bright light of her apartment. She was a pretty girl, with lovely grey eyes and her red hair looked so soft, it begged him to run his fingers through it. She was not only beautiful, but also kind and cheerful and that caring disposition warmed him even against his permission.

“I’m Cathy Bloom. What’s your name?”, she brought him a cup of instant coffee. He had sat on her sofa and was toying with his cell phone, looking very far away from the room.

He took the cup and sighed:

“Heero Yuy.”

She sat on the armchair opposite to him and took a sip from her mug.

They exchanged glances, the situation suddenly awkward.

“What hotel are you staying?”

“At the Star of the Pleiades.”

“Right. Great place, by the way. You aren’t here in a business trip, I imagine.”

He only stared into the distance, drinking. Heero actually didn’t hear what she said, for if he had, he wouldn’t be feeling that comfortable. It was the first time he felt good that day. The coffee, her presence, her attention… all of that brought him some welcome reassurance.

Maybe if he talked to her he could feel even better. Would he trust her? He directed his eyes to her heart-shaped face. Would he be able to tell her?

It hurt so much he started to think he was exaggerating and that was another reason for him not to open up to anybody. He didn’t want to seem silly. He didn’t want to look weak. He didn’t want to cry. Those thoughts lacerated his core because they proved how much he was missing and betraying her.

“There’s something I must do here.”, he spoke low and slowly.

Surprised by getting an answer after so long, Cathy left her mug on the side table and hugged her knees.

“And were you procrastinating it at the bar?”

“Are you a certified therapist?”

She snorted, again too startled for a proper reaction.

“Of course not!”, And her melodious laugh filled the spacious room, echoing inside his heart.

“So what’s with all these questions?”, He dared to show a subtle smirk.

“I’ve told you. I can see you need to talk. And I’m willing to listen… so start spilling everything.

“You don’t need to go through this trouble for a stranger. I’ll call the car and leave.”

“I see. You know where to find me.”

“Thanks.”, He parted with Catherine using this solitary word. She smiled and nodded, watched him enter the car and closed the door.

“Who knew Catherine Bloom was inclined to casual trysts?”

“Hilde! Did I wake you up?”

“Yes, with your ridiculous cute laugh.”

“You ditsy!”

“Who was here? I know it was a guy, and I know it wasn’t your brother.”

“You are right. We met at the bar…”

“So it really was a one-night stand.”

“Stop it already”, Catherine gave another sample of her ridiculous cute laugh. “It’s not like that but I wouldn’t complain if he had decided to give me some kisses… he was damn hot.”

“So tell me what was more important than making up with this guy?”

“Talking. He looked so sad, Hilde.”

“All guys that drink alone at bars look like that… defeated, lonely, messed up…”

“Yeah, of course I know that! I’ve been working at the bar since I was… well… I wasn’t even legal for this kind of place when I started helping dad there… but Heero was looking much worse than all these things you mentioned.”

“Uh-oh, so he’s already got a name… you know what people say about giving stray puppies a name.”

“Had you saw him, you would understand. He looked miserable. Agressive, but miserable. Anyway, I’m calling it a day. Sorry to have disturbed you.”

“No problem… I’m going to the bar with you this night, just in case he reappears. I’m curious to check him out and see if I approve him.”

“I’m not sure I trust your taste in men.”

“How come? Don’t you like Duo?”

Cathy shrugged, not knowing what to answer.

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At the same time it was expected, it also was pretty shocking to see Heero again the next night.

“Look, there he is”, Cathy came cleaning the counter top with a white cloth and whispered to Hilde, who was sat at the together with Duo, drinking beer.

Both turned to the door and saw him stride to the counter as an Arabian horse pulling a filthy cart.

“Looking good…”, Hilde murmured, but she couldn’t ignore the sorrow he brought with him. She had never saw somebody wearing their despair as an armour with such grace and intensity.

Heero stopped short in front of the small stage where a couple was singing. The bar hosted an open mic night every Saturday night. He was aware of that, but it didn’t help diminish his suffering. The duet was pretty, but since it didn’t include her, it was only a distasteful reminder that she would never be heard again.

He shook his head, dying to cover his ears with his hands. But that unbearable sound came from his memories which he couldn’t escape.

He leaned on the counter. Cathy's brother, Trowa, was working that night at the crowded bar too.

“What’ll it be?” He asked with a helpful look on his eyes.

“Whisky. Neat.”, Heero didn’t need to think twice.

“Hey, Heero! You are here…” Cathy approached and greeted him with cautious. “This is my brother, Trowa”, then she introduced, keeping her expression cheerful and light.

That new data Cathy offered didn’t agree with him and the distortion of displeasure in his face told about how poorly had he digested it.

“Heero, please…”, the scorn in his eyes hurt Cathy, taking his pain as her own.

Her frowned face was a mirror for the frustration and pity in her good heart.

Trowa’s glance traveled from Cathy to Heero and he didn't like how his sister seemed entangled in the guys tantrums.

“Cathy, no… just leave him alone.” She deserved better than being lashed by the proverbial proud wounded beast.

“You don't understand…”, she whispered. And even though she obeyed her brother, going back to work, Catherine’s thoughts stood by Heero as in an effort to soothe his pain.

#fanfic #wip #gundam wing

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while-im-home · 4 years

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Sunday 15/03/2020

So today I was finally hit by whatever plague has been circling my immune system. I’ve had a kind of sore throat for about 3 days and feeling like I’m burning up every now and then and this morning, I felt like I had been hit by a tonne of bricks. My body aches, I’m sweating buckets, I feel a little confused and dizzy, my sore throat doesn’t seem to be here but something is definitely up. I climb into bed and put the fan on to try and combat this hot flush I’m having. There I stayed for the rest of the day, watching YouTube on my phone all day and hoping I would feel better as the day went on. This did not happen. Unfortunately I don’t remember much of that evening other than feeling sad that this was how I was feeling.

Monday 16/03/2020

Today was hard. Today was the anniversary of my mum passing away. I felt really horrible mentally and physically today. My soul ached not just because she was gone but also because I felt too crappy to do anything to remember her by. I planned to bake some cupcakes and B had given me a wonderful gift to remember her by, a video message that can be sent into space and he was going to record me and pay to send it into space through a company he found last year and had been keeping it a secret until today. It was so sweet of him. I cried for hours that day. I spent this day in bed again, feeling sorry for myself and also a little angry as my online food shop had arrived and half of my order was missing because of those asshole panic buyers swiping all the things. I took a turn for the worse tonight. I felt as though my face and body were pressed against scalding radiators and I felt very tired and delirious. B said I didn’t feel as though I had a temperature but my cheeks felt like they were going to catch fire any second. We tried to call 111 but we couldn’t get through. A lot of other panicked people it seemed. At this point we had been convincing ourselves that there was no way I had coronavirus, I had only seen one person and I was housebound anyway due to my agoraphobia. It must’ve just been a flu. I was drifting in and out of sleep as my body battled all these horrible feelings, my arms and legs felt so heavy and ached heavily. I managed to get to sleep with a cold flannel on my face.

Tuesday 17/03/2020

I woke up feeling a little better. I didn’t feel as though I was burning up anymore but I did feel shortness of breath and I messaged my friend who I had seen around a week prior to see if she had this feeling. She did. Granted her feelings were a lot more cold based where as I primarily had a fever and an achy body. She recommended I call 111 and see what they say. I decide to do it later when B had woken up (he had stayed up really late the night previously). Thankfully B had brought my Xbox into the bedroom for me and I began a playthrough of L.A.Noire. A game I adored but had never fully finished before. I will be talking about this a lot. I flew through Traffic and Homocide that day but before I could even think about starting Ad-Vice B had woken up. He was very anxious. He takes medication for his anxiety and was late in taking it so he was in rather a bad state mentally but called 111 for me anyway as my symptoms had started to worsen again. My ear was bright red and was burning up and that slowly traveled to my cheeks again. We got through this time and the woman was rather rude to me. She said because I had a fever and shortness of breath, they were going to transfer to me to the coronavirus specialist phonelines. I was sure I didn’t have it because I don’t have a cough. And that was the main symptom. They gave them my number and eventually called me back, she was the loveliest woman ever and said that they would keep me on their radar in case my symptoms worsen or anything but until then all I can do is self isolate and rest up. I fell asleep that night struggling to breathe and woke up many times in the night because of it. It was horrible.

Wednesday 18/03/2020

I don’t remember much from today. I remember feeling short on breath all day and feeling incredibly lonely. Self isolation is incredibly isolating, who would’ve known. I miss my friends and my boyfriend. He’s being cautious with me but is still managing to be a loving and caring boyfriend. My dad visited me but didn’t come into my bedroom, was the first time I had seen him in weeks. We don’t really have the best relationship. I remember eating more than I had done the day previously. And I remember that drinking had been a problem, I was struggling to force myself to stay hydrated, I only managed to force myself to drink one cup on one of the days but today I managed to drink around 4-5 pints of water (and a couple of them had orange squash in ☺️). I didn’t feel as feverish today but I did briefly that night. I was mostly very scared because the doom the media has been churning out had kept convincing me I was going to be put in hospital or that I was going to die.

Thursday 19/03/2020

Today was bad but for a different reason. After 5 hours of sleep I was rudely awoken by my own body. I was cramping. Hard. My period had arrived and wasn’t going easy on me. I managed to go and clean myself up and get back in bed. Unfortunately one of the symptoms I get with my period is that I get bad hot flashes. I burn up. So on top of my fever, it was hard to tell if it was my fever or my period causing me to toast marshmallows. And I couldn’t even have a hot water bottle to combat the cramps without completely overheating myself. I pushed through and it got better as the day went on. My shortness of breath felt a little easier but my sore throat had returned. Win some lose some. I finished L.A.Noire properly this time. And oh. My. God. I cried. I cried hard. The ending was so... unexpected and FUCKING SAD???? I have so many thoughts and feelings and although I’m really upset with the ending, it did make me love the game even more on a deeper level. I wasn’t in the mood for another game after that and ended up spending the entire rest of the day watching 2 Broke Girls on Amazon Prime. I’m actually really enjoying it. The writing is a little off and after a while it gets very repetitive. Caroline whines about how far she’s fallen and Max says vagina. There that’s the whole show. Fr though I am enjoying it. It’s a good distraction. B went out today, we know he wasn’t supposed to but we desperately needed some groceries that our online shop couldn’t get us. He was cautious, covered his mouth and tried not to touch ANYTHING he didn’t have to or wasn’t going to purchase to keep chance of spreading whatever I have to the absolute minimal. He also got me a present to cheer me up AND as an early birthday present. It was a Yachemon plush from Overwatch, I laughed so hard when I saw it my shortness of breath got worse. Oops.

Friday 20/03/2020

Today was the best day by far. I felt so much like myself, I barely felt hot at all, my shortness of breath was practically non existent and I actually felt a lot more human, however, I do have a lot Of phlegm in my throat and have had to cough and clear it a few times, still wouldn’t say I had a cough though. I’m a little wary of the people that have said it gets worse before it gets better so am keeping to the bed for a few days longer just in case. I feel so much like myself and was even able to get up briefly without feeling like I was going to pass out! It’s a step in the right direction at least! I was still mourning the L.A.Noire ending and was feeling incredibly lonely again (a common theme, I complained of loneliness to B a thousand times even though we both know he should only really come and see me if he HAS to). But he came down to hang out with me briefly to help me pick a few games to buy from the Xbox store. We picked some that were on sale, the first 5 chapters of Life Is Strange and Mafia II. I decided to start with Life Is Strange and I’m sadly really unimpressed with it. I’m not a massive fan of games where your choices effect certain things because they make me anxious I will choose the bad endings! I’m a little disappointed that it’s a supernatural storyline, I was hoping for something a little more realistic but it doesn’t ruin the game. I love the art style and voice acting, it’s a beautiful game with a promising storyline (even if it’s not specifically my cup of tea). I think the chapters were a little short considering how much they are at original price separately but I guess I’m just lucky I caught it on sale. I’m not itching to play more but I will anyway, I just hope it gets a little better :/.

We’re all caught up. I’ll try and write a diary entry every evening. It will mostly focus on reviewing the entertainment I have and describing my symptoms and just what I get up to. I’m writing for myself and people reading it is just an extra. It’d be nice to have something to talk at like a diary for a while. Even if it’s not talking back I appreciate the social effects it’s having on me.

Anyways. I’ll post today’s diary entry either tonight or tomorrow morning. Until then we take it easy. ✌🏻

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fuckyeahyesband-inactive · 7 years

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Yestival, August 29th, 2017; Microsoft Theater, Los Angeles, California

Yestival was announced early this 2017 year; a prog extravaganza of Carl Palmer’s ELP Legacy, Todd Rundgren, and Yes all in one night. Never was there a more even mix of opportune and inopportune time for me, a young prog fan without that much money to her name, than now. Three big names in one show—it must cost a fortune! How was I ever expected to scrounge up enough cash to take Mom and I in a short amount of time? I had no job, and no stable source of income. I would just have to hope and pray…

Tickets went on presale an early April morning. Mom and I had decided on getting tickets, which were priced not quite as much as I was expecting. But hey, I’m not complaining. I had my laptop all set up and loaded for the presale to ensure we would be quick enough to get good seats. But… We were never given a presale code.

Oh, no. We were in trouble. How could we get into the presale? I clearly remember searching online desperately in case I had missed a presale code announcement. I must’ve had almost thirty tabs open at the time, but no—nothing. I was almost in a blind panic by the time Mom suggested we just guess the code. We gave obvious answers like “music,” “Yes,” “festival” and the like, but we were fresh out of luck.

“Try ‘prog,’” Mom says.

“That’s too obvious, isn’t it?”

“Just try it.”

Well, there was no harm in trying at least. P-r-o-g, enter key.

The ticket sale interface booted up. We had managed to guess our way into the presale.

August rolls around in unexpected silence. Amidst the stress and worries of beginning a new semester bubbles the excitement of another show. Yestival is finally here.

The second school day of the semester promised a show with the lineup of a lifetime for someone like me after my classes finished. By the time I left campus that morning, I was filled with a slew of emotions that in just a handful of hours, I was going to be seeing three of my favorite acts in one night. It still hadn’t quite processed with me; I wasn’t ready yet.

Mom and I spent our time getting ready and looking nice, as well as a friend of mine and my twelve-year-old cousin—I introduced her to Yes, you’re welcome—and double checking to make sure we were prepared for the trip down to the venue. Considering traffic, it could be a long drive to Los Angeles.

But this was my big night. I had to make sure I had everything down to the dot. Camera, check. Portable charger, check. Water bottle, check. Ticket, check. Lipstick in case a refresh was needed, check. Vinyl copies of Fragile, Oops! Wrong Planet, and Emerson Lake & Palmer just in case… Check. And of course, two working sharpies—one black and one metallic silver—check.

With only a little sweat and a few tears, the four of us safely made our way down to the city, only with a few small scares, of course. LA drivers can be scary for us small city folk.

But we arrived right on time, and lucky that because of our assigned seating, else we would probably end up being pushed towards the back of the venue. People were being let in just about a half-hour after we arrived. Lines weren’t a problem for us tonight.

Once we were inside the building of the Microsoft Theater, everything seemed to set in for me. The day was here; this was actually happening. After a quick trip to the merchandise stand, I checked my camera for what must’ve been the tenth time just to make sure it was in proper working order, and to figure out exactly which camera setting was the best for where we were sitting towards the middle of orchestra center, and the lighting we were going to be in. Because of venue rules, I couldn’t take my actual professional camera with me, so I was stuck borrowing Dad’s point and shoot. But it’s gotten me some good concert pictures before, so this show might not be so different in that regard.

Within perhaps another half hour, the lights dimmed and my heart skipped a beat. Carl’s group was up first, his amazingly large and precise drum kit already having been set up the moment we walked in those doors. The large television screens beside the wings of the stage lit up, and…

“This is… Jeopardy!”

Wait, what? What was going on? Why would a clip of Jeopardy be on display during Yestival?

“Actor Michael of Lost, silver screen siren Veronica, and Hall of Fame Baltimore pitcher Jim.”

“Emerson Lake and Palmer.”

Then the Cheers theme.

“I’m an attorney. I work for the… Emerson Lake and Palmer law firm.”

The Simpsons.

“A disc?” Cut to Homer in his car. “Oooh, what a lucky man he was.”

ELP references in other pop culture. An interesting and fun way to introduce the band; I’d never seen anything quite like that at a show before.

And of course, the man of the hour walked out on stage with surprisingly young guitarist and bassist whose names escape me—it was Carl Palmer. He looked the same as I’d always seen him; getting up in his years, but visibly takes good care of himself. Carl had always been in good health ever since he was young, and it certainly showed during his performance.

Their set began with a lively performance of none other than one of Keith Emerson’s masterpieces, “Hoedown.” And let me tell you, Carl’s performance has not downgraded a single percentage—he still plays like a fiend at the age of sixty-seven, and his bandmates were great too. He even kept his shirt on through his entire portion of the show. I suppose he stopped doing that years ago.

They rocked each song, though they had a short set of only five or so songs. “Hoedown,” “Karn Evil 9 1st Impression Part 2,” “Lucky Man,” “Knife-Edge,” “Fanfare for the Common Man.” None of them were sung, except one.

Carl began to speak about how one of their most known numbers, “Lucky Man,” came to be. “I said to Greg, ‘when did you write this?’ And he said, ‘when I was about twelve-years-old.’ I said, ‘well, it’s pretty good!’ And we have a surprise for you as well.” The band began to play, but under the dimmed stage lighting, a fourth man walked out. It was Todd. Todd was singing “Lucky Man.” He put on a new twist that fit more of his vocal style than Greg’s, but he still did a lovely job. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was on the verge of tears throughout the entire number.

Carl and his band’s set soon came to an end, though I would’ve loved to hear more. But during the short intermission, a voice over the PA system announced that Carl would be out signing autographs in the lobby for those that have purchased merchandise. I can’t remember ever springing to my feet so fast.

My friend, my cousin, and I all quickly made our way back out to the lobby to wait for Carl to step out and meet us. Being so quick, we luckily beat the majority of the large group of people wanting to meet one of the geniuses behind Emerson Lake and Palmer. Now I was truly glad that I had brought my vinyl with me.

As I approached the table, I felt surprisingly calm in the presence of one of my favorite drummers of all time. He was still sweating from the show, fresh off stage, but he offered me a very warm and friendly smile.

“Hello! How are you?” he asked me as he quickly signed both my vinyl and my ticket—which I’m giving to my best friend long distance.

The meeting was quick since there was a line and people were being ushered along, so I couldn’t talk to him much. But at least I can say that I now have a signed copy of Emerson Lake & Palmer and a gift for a friend from the man himself. He was a sweetheart though we couldn’t stay long.

Now it was time for Todd’s set. I knew full well that most, if not all, of what Todd would be playing would be his newer material including songs from his recently released album, back in May. The wall lights dimmed again but the stage lights turned on. Kasim Sulton, Jesse Gress, Prairie Prince, and keyboardist whose name I also can’t remember walked the stage to their designated spots, followed by Todd’s backup dancers. After a moment, Todd himself joined the group.

Todd’s set was longer, but a good one. It was fresh and new, the majority of it I hadn’t previously heard. What was also a nice plus were the stage lights, which added to the effect of the music itself. His singing is so different now from what it started as, but he’s still a powerful and dynamic singer and musician in general. Famous or infamous for it, Todd is always changing. He and his band brought a real drive to the show with both his presence and his music, but it was certainly different from what Todd fans might be used to, but I don’t hold that against him. Even Kasim got his own bass solo, which I loved.

The band closed with three of his more popular gems both with Utopia and as himself, “One World,” “Hello It’s Me,” and “Just One Victory.” He put almost a new spin on the way he performed these three, but he kept the spirit of the originals at heart, and of course, it was fun to sing some songs I actually knew the lyrics to. For my first ever Todd Rundgren show, I wasn’t disappointed.

But now was time for Yes, the band we were all waiting for. And as a special treat, Dylan Howe, Steve Howe’s son would be joining along for the tour. I myself am a huge fan of percussion, so to know that I was going to be seeing a double drumming experience from my favorite band, it excited me to no end.

The band was introduced not by their usual “Firebird Suite” intro, which is a tradition among older Yes fans and those that have seen them more times than I, but with a different classical song that I didn’t previously know. The overhead screen above them glittered in red and white lights, the cover of their eponymous album released in 1969 outlined in blue. The band walked out and the audience surged with energy that didn’t previously seem quite there with Carl or Todd. The show was now alive.

Jon Davison with his usual smile, Billy Sherwood with a slight strut that almost reminded me of Chris, Steve Howe with his recent beard—and revered presence of course, Geoff Downes with his almost quiet but bold poise, Dylan Howe with fresh-faced excitement, and Alan White with a kind but perhaps just a bit tired expression. The six men took their places onstage, Dylan right beside his father, and the show began.

For their set list, they had picked a song from each of their first ten studio albums. For Yes, “Survival.” For Time and a Word, the song of the same name. For The Yes Album, “Yours is No Disgrace.” For Fragile, “South Side of the Sky.” For Close to the Edge, “And You and I.” For Tales from Topographic Oceans, “Leaves of Green” from “The Ancient.” For Relayer, “Soon,” the ending movement of the album’s epic “The Gates of Delirium.” For Going for the One, the song of the same name. For Tormato, “Don’t Kill the Whale.” And finally, for Drama, “Machine Messiah.” And as everyone loved, the encore was none other than “Roundabout.”

Personally, I’m actually pretty happy with the set list. Some of the songs they played were some of their lesser played songs (from what I know of the two Yes shows I’ve attended), which gave those songs a chance to shine. “Don’t Kill the Whale” even featured an extended intro which highlighted both Dylan and Alan on drums, which added to the song and gave it a fuller sound. It’s not even one of my favorites, but their performance made me warm up to it a bit more.

[Death mention in next paragraph]

Yes sounded much tighter as a band this time seeing them compared to my last time, which was the North American tour in 2015 with Toto. With Chris Squire’s recent passing at the time, Yes was left with less time to rework the band around to fit Billy Sherwood in as a full time member, change the set list around, and shape the general show to honor Chris’s life and his work, so I do not judge them as harshly for that performance. It caused a void within the band when he left us.

[Death mention ends here]

But the show as a whole did nothing but please me. Aside from the sound of the venue seeming a bit off, I was still more than satisfied with what I was given. Jon Davison’s vocals did justice to the originals taking into account that his voice has a different kind of sound—I don’t compare him to Jon Anderson because there could never quite be a “true” replacement for Jon Anderson. Billy’s form on bass shows his tutelage under Chris himself, and he even exudes a personality similar to Chris’s onstage. Like master, like apprentice. Steve’s style never diminishes for me, though he may play things just a little bit differently. Like Todd, Steve has his own changes; he never plays a song the exact same way twice. Geoff did justice to Yes songs originally featuring Rick Wakeman as always, including the song he himself was originally a part of, “Machine Messiah.” Dylan was a great addition to the band in adding some complexities to accompany Alan’s drumming to give it a nice extra layer. Alan only worries me a little; he still plays well, but he just looks a little tired. Maybe a little bit of a longer recovery for him after his back surgery is in order, but he still delivered that night.

But this isn’t where our story ends.

Four hours of prog music obviously left the four of us quite tired, but not tired enough for my friend and I to search around the back of the building for any lurking musicians, just in case we’d be lucky to run into someone. As we made our way back to the loading area, a small group of people stood together and spoke with one another. The two of us didn’t really think anything of it as we walked towards them to meet back up with Mom who had stayed behind. She had set us on a time limit since we had a ways to drive home, and our limit was coming short. Yet, one of the people within the group looked familiar from a distance. We got closer and—

It was Billy Sherwood.

In my mind, Billy was still something of a “new member” to me and I didn’t have a previous attachment to him, so for a very short moment, I almost kept on walking. But I still liked Billy, so when the group dispersed a bit, I stepped forward.

“Hi, nice to meet you!” I began, receiving a kind, happy smile and a ‘hi’ from Billy in return. “This is my second time seeing you with the band and you guys really brought the house down.”

“Thank you very much!” he said, still smiling.

Copy of Fragile and my metallic sharpie in hand, I continued on, “Alright, now, I know you weren’t on this album.”

“No, I wasn’t,” he teased a slight grin in his features. “I was about… Five?”

That made me laugh. Billy seemed quite easy to talk to. “Well, I’m gonna have you sign it anyways.”

He readily obliged, cheerful as can be, and asked me my name. “With a ‘K,’ right?” Making sure his writing was neat, he wrote out the words “Hello, Krista” with his signature and a smiley face next to it. And as far as I know, Billy doesn’t always write smiley faces either, so I held that little fact with pride.

He asked my friend for her name as well, to which I added that I had dragged her along to the show with me. She was not a prog fan originally, but I’m slowly introducing her to the music and hoping to turn her into one. Fingers crossed.

“It’s very different, huh?” said Billy. “Nothing like Jay-Z!”

Once she had her ticket signed, we almost went on our way, but I stopped when two women asked Billy if he had a pen to sign with. He didn’t.

“Oh, I have one! You can borrow mine!” I quickly offered, rifling in my bag for the black sharpie instead.

Billy’s smile showed again. “Krista has one!”

After having their merchandise signed and offering me their thanks for letting them borrow my sharpie, and my “have a good rest of your night” towards Billy. My friend and I quickly made our way back towards where Mom and my cousin were waiting, Billy sending us off with an “I like your dress!”

From a distance, I could see that Mom was waving, but she looked almost frantic. My brows furrowed and I almost felt a little worried, so we walked a little faster. But I noticed that as we walked closer, out of the corner of my eye, someone stood out in my vision. A man stood a head above the medium-sized group of people nearby, long limbed, with long black hair that was partially bleached platinum-silver, distinctive features, and a large pair of sunglasses. Todd Rundgren. It was the Todd Rundgren.

I hadn’t expected Todd to be out meeting fans that night, especially since he had a scheduled meet and greet you had to pay for earlier in the day. Usually with scheduled VIP meet and greets, it’s near impossible to meet any of the musicians for those who couldn’t afford the VIP package. Instead, I had been expecting to possibly run into Kasim Sulton instead; he’s known for always meeting his fans. But I never would have expected to run into Todd.

According to what Mom had told me later, he and his wife Michele were out walking the area by themselves when they were stopped by a thankfully smaller-sized group of fans, bless them. But Todd was his usually cordial and gracious self. As far as I’ve heard, he’s always kind to his fans.

As I waited for the people who had gotten there before me to finish taking pictures and their conversations with Todd, Michele approached me with a bubbling kindness, as is her personality.

“Would you like me to take your picture for you?” she offered, her tone brimming with happiness and excitement. “And what’s your name?”

The two of us made idle conversation as we waited for Todd, including her glancing over my Utopia copy of Oops! Wrong Planet, my favorite album of theirs and one of my favorite albums that Todd has been a part of. She turned the vinyl over to the back side, looking over the pictures of Todd, Kasim Sulton, Roger Powell, and Willie Wilcox. “He looks like our son!” she spoke happily, pointing to Todd’s picture.

But whenever she could, Michele tried to get his attention. “Todd, you need to take a picture with Krista!” It made me happy that she had my interests at heart and made sure that I got my picture in the end.

Eventually, the majority of the group left and it was my turn. Todd and I took our picture together as first order of business with Michele’s help. She took multiple pictures using my Mom’s phone, which I was glad of because it ensured that we got a good picture, and we did. Taking my picture with Todd was actually more personable than I expected it to be. Todd is surprisingly a bit of a shy man offstage, so I was under the impression that he wouldn’t be as outwardly friendly as he was, but I was happily proven wrong. He didn’t seem to mind the closeness, and taking our picture almost felt like a hug from the side.

But of course, I had to have Todd sign my vinyl as well, which he happily agreed to. But before we left, my friend having also gotten her picture and ticket signed by Todd, I had to get a picture of him with my cousin. I had turned her into a Yes fan, but I had yet to bring her into the world of Todd’s music. But he was here, so she might as well get proof of meeting him, right?

“Just one more picture,” I told him, gesturing to my cousin who was standing right next to him. However, Todd thought I was meaning myself, so he reached a hand out to me.

“Oh, no, not me. My cousin.”

He looks confused for a moment, glancing right past where I had pointed considering the height difference between him and my cousin. Yet, he soon glanced down and jumped a little when he noticed her with a bit of a laughing, “oh!” Picture taken. Same old song and dance.

“We’re introducing her to the world of progressive rock,” I had told him.

He showed the smallest glimpse of a smile before folding his hands together. “Be gentle with her,” he said to me with a slightly teasing tone to his voice. “There’s a lot of crazy stuff out there.”

“What did you say about not meeting Todd Rundgren?” my friend quipped to me.

I was happy, Mom was happy, my friend was happy, my cousin was happy—we were all happy, so that was our signal to head on home. But for me, I was on cloud nine. Someone that hadn’t been with us would have hated me during our drive home from how much I gushed about meeting Todd, Carl, and Billy. But I didn’t care. This was certainly going to be a night to remember. One that might even top the Yes featuring ARW, but I don’t like to list those types of things on scales. I don’t pick favorites.

But one thing is for sure: I’m keeping the picture of me with Todd as my lock screen for a very, very long time.

#long post #EXTREMELY long post holy shit I'm sorry #Yes band #non Yes #text #photo #death mention #Yestival #Jon Davison #Billy Sherwood #Steve Howe #Dylan Howe #Geoff Downes #Alan White #Todd Rundgren #Kasim Sulton #Carl Palmer #admin post #Admin Krista

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Walk the Mile, Pay the Price

Warning: Film noir-ification of Dragon Age:Origins characters and setting. Consume at your own risk.

Features: Duncan as the grizzled detective, Alistair as the idealistic junior detective, and a mysterious bloody murder that could send the city of Denerim into a panic.

I should have known, really. From the moment I’d gotten up this morning, I been feeling something deep down in my gut, like Antivan food gone down wrong. Heavy, uncomfortable, and with one hell of a smell.

I should have known from that that something bad was going to happen.

It seemed the universe was out to get him that day. Duncan’d left his office early that morning to complete a few errands, expecting no more trouble than maybe a long wait.

Served him right for just wanting a day to be normal for once.

Where he found himself was on a side street, standing over the dead body of Denerim’s mayor. Former mayor. Cailan Theirin, former party-boy son of deceased Golden Boy Maric Theirin; he’d apparently changed his tune on becoming the mayor, and was all about the big changes in Denerim. Lot of people could want him dead for that.

Damn, but Duncan was getting too old for this.

“Wow…” That would be Alistair. Kid was tagging along on most of Duncan’s cases now, ever since Duncan had taken him in. And that was a day to remember… The kid had shown up at his door, asking some question about having a job or something, and it was like looking at a ghost. Dirty, covered in soot, wearing clothes you’d be more like to see in a garbage dump than someone’s closet, and all Duncan could think right in that moment was that he’d finally gone nuts.

Of course he’d taken Alistair in.

And the kid’d shown potential too; he was bright and inquisitive, with an optimism and idealism that Duncan wanted to protect. World needed more people like that, some small mournful part of him had decided. So, Duncan had taken him under his wing.

It had worked out pretty well so far, for all that they had only taken the small cases – by Duncan’s own rule.

“How do you think it happened?” And there Alistair went, already angling to get the info, and all Duncan wanted to do was scram before the cops showed up and started treating him like a witness. The big stuff wasn’t his bag anymore.

Not after the shit that went down with… yeah.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he grumbled, turning away from the scene. “Shake a leg, rookie, we’re heading back.”

“What? But we can’t just leave him!” Alistair spluttered, scrambling over to Duncan’s side. “This is serious; that’s the mayor!” He paused and winced in the direction of the stiff. “Was.”

Duncan sighed impatiently, maneuvering around Alistair and resuming his stride.

“And now he’s dead, what do you want me to do about it?” Alistair looked at him like he was a few cards short of a full deck.

“What do I—We need to get the skinny on this whole thing, and figure it out!” he declared, voice rising. Duncan shot him a sharp look and he obligingly quieted, though he didn’t stop talking. “I mean, that’s what we do! Solve the case, baddies go to jail, save the day.” There was a small pause before Alistair, with a grin, added, “Badda-bing!” Duncan almost wished someone would shoot him right then and there. Where the hell had Alistair learned that phrase, an old mobster film?

Alistair waved a hand in his face. “Ringing any bells here?”

“Not a one,” Duncan spat. “Rookie, this ain’t no skin off my back.”

“Uh, I think yeah, actually, it is,” Alistair shot back, that trademark earnestness of his spilling out of him by the bucketful. “I think it is skin off your back, because that’s the mayor, and him being dead is some serious skin off of everyone’s backs. What if there’s… some crazy… I don’t know, shenanigans behind it all?” Duncan ignored him and kept going. “Alright, but just remember you asked for it.” Before Duncan could ask him what the hell that meant, Alistair had grabbed his arm and pulled him around. The expression that met Duncan’s irritated gaze was determined and fierce.

“If you don’t want to help with this, I’m doing it on my own.”

Duncan stared for a moment, more surprised than he should have been that Maric Theirin’s kid had a stubborn streak out the ass. When he regained himself, he narrowed his eyes and glared at Alistair. Alistair glared right back. The stand-off lasted for about twenty seconds before Duncan backed off with a sigh.

“Well. Breaking out the big guns for this, huh?”

Alistair squinted at Duncan, like he wasn’t quite sure he should trust the easy acquiescence. It was a good instinct. Any other time, Duncan would have held out for longer.

“Hey, whatever gets the job done,” Alistair responded with a shrug, and then paused. “Did they get the job done? Will we take this case together, or… ‘Cause, I mean, I’m still gonna take this case, even if you don’t. I’m not—I wasn’t shitting you on that, but, you know, if you want to take the case along with me—”

“Relax,” Duncan interrupted. “We’ll take the case.” Alistair lit up like a goddamn matinee sign.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Duncan pressed his fingers to his forehead and rubbed firmly. Always giving him headaches, that was Alistair.

Alistair pulled himself up proudly. “Swell!” he gushed. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” He strode with purpose over to the dead mayor and began to examine the scene. Duncan shook his head, but followed him nonetheless.

He’d already taken this on as a case. No point in shirking now.

It started to rain as they worked. Duncan paused and watched as Alistair examined the body, the scene, scrounged for evidence in his amateur way, trying to keep things from getting too messed up by the rain without messing it all up himself. Kid was too much like his father. All that idealism, all that innocence, that goddamn goodness. It was gonna bite him in the ass one day. Spit him up and chew him out. Just like it did his dad.

Having hope in this city was like trying to clean up an oil spill with a lit matchstick. Best you get is to walk away with a few burns. Worst you get…

At worst, you don’t walk away at all, and there’s nothing left for anyone to find afterward.

Duncan lowered his head, feeling an old familiar pain grip him tight, and he knew it was never going to let him go. Not until he was dead in the ground.

It’s what you get for trusting me, Maric. It’s what you get for trusting this old, washed out private eye.

The rain pounded down on him without mercy, never letting him forget that failure, and he was resigned to that. Once upon a time, he’d actually wished that the rain could wash away his bloody sins. But nothing in this world or any other was capable of doing that. Duncan was a broken man, and the blood on his hands wasn’t going anywhere.

Alistair’s call pulled him from his thoughts and he straightened as the police arrived and made a beeline right for him. Time to face the music.

As they approached, Duncan couldn’t help a rueful smirk and sad shake of his head.

I guess I’m back in business.

A/N: ...I regret nothing.

Duncan’s body has been inhabited by a super tropey noir version of himself that is actually nothing like the Duncan of canon. And Alistair can’t slang. Oops?

Well, anyway, the only advice I can give for any readers unlucky enough to stumble across this little gem is to picture the whole thing in black and white or sepia tones, and only take it as seriously as a monkey typing Shakespeare. (I’ll leave it to the readers to figure out just how seriously that is....)

#dragon age origins #alistair theirin #duncan #film noir #oh yeah #i'm going there #my writing

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